i don't know whether i should be happy because i can hide my feelings this well or depressed because nobody notices anything behind my fake smile.

you can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks,

even months analyzing a situation, trying to put

the pieces together,justifying what could've,

should've, or would've happened.

or you can just leave the pieces 

on the floor & move the fuck on

i never regretted telling you i liked you. the only regret i have is never hearing what you really thought of me.

i'm trying really hard not to cry over you because every tear is just one more reminder that i don't know how to let you go.

find the one you can be yourself with and say absolutely anything. you can laugh, you can cry, you can hug, you can fight with him and makeup at the end of the night and he'll still be crazy about you