The Letter
I wrote you a letter. I don’t want to send it. No matter what it would say, even if it was true, you won’t change. All my feelings are just going to have to shape me to be a better person. I know what mistakes I have made and I try to admit to them all. I am not a saint and I am not perfect. I just need to let time pass and let my pain and anger make more sense to me. Then I will accept it and maybe learn to care more about you. It is just anger now and I don’t want it to poison me. No more lies. No more anger. No more disappointment for the both of us. Just need a lot more time. A lot.
Keep it honest by being your own person and letting people call you on your shit.
If you don’t reblog this, then you hate Harry Potter.
I’m obligated as a resident of Earth
FOREVER REBLOG
well, can’t have people think I hate Harry Potter now can I?
I’m sorry, but my existence obligates me to reblog this. :/
FOREVER REBLOG
Who wouldn’t reblog this?
DID I SAY YOU COULD PUT A LINK TO A RANDOM BLOG ON MY POST?!
No, I didn’t. So why is it there?
And I love how all the credit for the gifs goes to 10K notes…
This happens to me more than people think. My circle of friends and people I care about is small because of it. Friends that aren’t there for me when I need someone, aren’t my friends. Why am I aways the one helping others? Someone want to be there for me?
One of the ultimate questions you must answer. My answer is yes. What’s yours?
