there’s a reason I spend most of time totally engrossed and surrounded by fictional worlds. Not only do they teach lessons I will always remember but it’s because reality in exhausting, harsh and no matter how close I get to the light at the end of the tunnel it just seems to get further and further away while fiction is so much easier, so much more pleasant, and not matter what problems come up there is always happiness, not always straight away but it’s there.
When people choose a person over you and then when they have no one else they come running back to you. No, fuck you. Fuck you for not being there for me when I needed you. fuck you for never making an effort to see me because you had someone else