“It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t coma back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain. Damn, there’s nothing like that, is there? I’ve been there and you have too. You’re nodding your head.”—Henry Rollins
If you are still stalking me, hear this:
I’m over it, I’ve been over it, I’ll never be more OVER IT.
I’ve moved on. I’m happy. And I’m ready for love. And it will never EVER be from you, EVER again.
You were a heartless person, and I’m going to need treatment for what you did to me. So stop crying, stop posting pictures of me, and if you call me ONE MORE TIME, I’m calling the cops.
I think I saw you in my sleep, darling. I think I saw you in my dreams,you were stitching up the seams on every broken promise that your body couldn't keep. I think you saw me confronting my fear. It went up with the bottle & down with the beer & I think you oughta stay away from here, there are ghosts in the walls & they crawl in through your ear. I know that someday you'll be sleeping, darling, likely dreaming off the pain. I know that even with the seams stitched tightly, scars will remain.
If this is my stalker, I will politely ask you to refrain from anon bs on my tumblr.
If not, thanks? Lol