It’s happening again. Only this time, it’s so different from the other times. Why do I always want so badly to be with one person, when that one person isn’t sure they want to be with me? I thought I was better than this. I thought I became a better person then I was. I can’t think of a worst feeling then the way I’m just being disregarded right now…
Such a dilemma. Do you choose to remain sad, cry and water the flowers or get better and have them die?
- Evelyn Waugh (via fuckinq)
- (via keevnilla)