(Source: karenncao)

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awysha:

Did I make a right decision? Sometimes I wonder if I was supposed to go a completely different direction. Would I have been happier?

(Source: curistinevee)

You know, i feel retarded for doing what i did. Having hope. here’s the part of my life where i do not understand. lets see. i move on to someone else. then we talk, i have hope or switch feelings up, then i am confused on both. Gahhhhh. if you don’t like me, or used me or something please do tell me and push me away like you did before, so i can build my strength up once again. then i’ll leave, because i feel bad for my sorry ass. i don’t know whats going on anymore. i think one thing, but it gets contradicted. i had never expected my mind to get fucked over in so many ways. i don’t know. was it only politeness? or would it be something different? if it was politeness, i would understand. i would feel bad for my sorry ass too. but, i will use this as a fuel. to go kick that nigga’s ass that fucked with me yesterday. that nigga is about to get KO’d then i’m off, it serves no purpose, it is no good, to be around you if it keeps bringing these un-explainable thoughts, hope, to my mind. i tried. i have these fluctuating feelings. once in a while, i would not like you. Then out of no where i have feelings again, Like WHAT… i am honestly confused. You are a Good person. i know it. its just alot of things right now that is effecting you. The next guy that happens to be with you is lucky. He better cherish and treat you right. Honestly Like my previous post. i’m just going to stop being nice. You get used, and honestly girls go for someone they can’t have. and they go for assholes. or something along the lines of that. i am tired of getting used. i think i  just want a long relationship with someone i really like. But i doubt that’ll happen. i mean, i think i am starting to like you. but, i think i should tell my self to stop. i was going to tell you, i don’t stutter anymore, but i know if i tell you it’ll efff me over in the end once again. There are millions of fishes in the Sea. And you’re the only one that catches my Attention.

(Source: relationshitsss)

geleeeezy:

Sometimes, I just believe that there’s no one actually there for me. I’m always the one that gets played, left behind for someone better, and/or forgotten about because people get bored of me. I’m used to it, but it bothers me. I question myself if there’s even one person that truly cares about me and gives a fuck.

(Source: mahalkitax3)