If people knew what I’ve silently gone through without telling a soul then they’d know I. don’t. need. them.
I hate that feeling when you’re not necessarily sad, but you just feel really empty and every little thing gets to you and everyone that talks to you makes you angry and you want to punch everyone in the face
Stop pretending to care when you’re just looking for the next entertaining story.
Stop asking me to confide when you have no intentions of having my back.
And stop fucking smiling in my face.
It’s the ones that go out of their way smiling and begging you to tell your worries and problems when you never asked in the first place that have the foulest intentions.
Leave me alone.
I don’t need you.
stop attempting to fool me with your bullshit laden affection and concern.
- Nayyirah Waheed, The Fragrance of Your Laughter (via notorious-love)