The point of walking away, is to see if you follow.
I’m thankful for good memories.
I haven’t been on tumblr in ages.
It makes me sad now,
a lot has changed since I posted all these dramatic, depressing things.
Reminiscing hurts.
When I make you happy, I feel on top of the world.
When she makes you happy, I feel miserable.
But when you’re unhappy, I feel the worst.