maeborowski:

(via lorduglyflackojodye)

But I do cry and I’m sorry. I cry if I spend my saturdays alone while you’re away. I cry because I get treated like shit for expecting being treated nicely. I stopped asking for flowers because I know I’m not gonna get them. I cry for feeling too much and getting too little, for feeling alone, for trying and I’m sorry but I’m tired of being sorry.

Someday you’ll come back to yourself. That’s my wish, you again but the you I fell in love with because I know it’s there somewhere.