Last Wednesday somebody asked me how I got so empty and I guess that’s when I realized that I’ve been losing little bits of myself everywhere I go. I think the other day, when I saw that little girl smiling in the mall, some part of me spilled out onto the fucking food court floor when it hit me that the last time I smiled like that was the night you fell asleep with your arms around me. And when I saw that couple making out in the back of the movie theater, grabbing each other like they would die if they didn’t, I touched my lips and tried to taste you again and I felt like I was going to throw up when I realized it’s been 6 months since you kissed me and I had a little more of myself dripping from my chest onto my t-shirt and getting all over those goddamn movie theater seats. There are pieces of me scattered all over but I think most of them are still in your apartment. I don’t know how to get them back. (via extrasad)

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I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy

because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless

and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.

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