Sad Quote - Blog Posts
and you’ll forget about the heartbreak you had at 19 when you’re 21, or tomorrow. please let it be tomorrow.
i’m trying to forget
I look at the cover of our love story and acknowledge that there will never be another one quite like it, and I make peace with it.
c.e.
Young children understand more than they can expell; in adults, it is vice vera.
Karl Kenner
I'm scared to form friendships because I know I'm going to give it my all. I'll be loyal every single time. I'll stay up with them until 3AM if they just need to talk. I'll never abandon them. I'll comfort them and give them letters. I'll do everything. But for me? They'll be interested for a little bit. Then they'll drift away and abandon me. They won't care. They won't even think of me. This is why I don't make friendships; because I'll get hurt all over again and I need to protect myself.
- Dreaming of Wolves//Memoir
A List of Things That Signal I'm Sad or Feeling Something Very Deeply (But I Won't Ever Tell You-):
- I start being very short with you. Instead of thoughtful sentences, you only get (Oh. Oh cool. Ha. Etc.)
- I start having a very pessimistic drop in my tone
- I start changing the convo
- I start changing the topic to you rather than me
- I take longer to reply
- I use hhhhh a lot
**In irl**
- I avoid your eyes
- My posture drops
- I start fidgeting
- I stay silent
- I rest my head and just look like someone who got stabbed
"It's a sad truth that I will write about everyone I love, but none of them will even try and put me into a sentence."
- Dreaming of Wolves
"She's going to sit alone. Right at that same table where she built it all. Her happiness, her courage, her perseverance, but most importantly, where she met all of her friends. Now it's all crumbling down to her fingertips. She closes her eyes and tries to dream herself away into a reality where all of that still exsists, but she can't. It's all blank without the real thing... Without the real them. Complete nothingness. She can't even remember their voices. Everything is fading away from her. And everytime, she blames herself for something that she couldn't control. They've all left now; her friends. The girl lifts her head and stares at them. They're all happy. They all prance around, discussing random topics she used to talk about with them all of the time. She even sees her crush holding hands with her best friend. They don't even notice her. All of them go sit at their new table, completely forgetting about what once was. She weakly smiled as tears fell down her cheeks. Her heart ached for them. For someone. But she had no one. She put her head back down and waited for an escape. She pulled her sketchbook and poetry journal closer to her. They may only be objects, but they are all she has now. She pours her heart out crying. She couldn't hold it in any longer. Her fears were reality, and she somehow had to stay strong in this. But how could she stay strong when she wasn't going to be remembered by any of them? Was it all pointless to make memories in the first place? She just wanted to disappear. She then heard whispers all around her. It sounded like her friends, but that couldn't be. She lifted her head up and rubbed her eyes. A boy with a pretend smile and a sympathetic gaze pulled me into a hug.
"You're going to be okay, we're all going to be okay. I promise."
She cried into his chest until they all gathered around her and tackled her into a group hug.
Her friends.
They were here.
"I'm sorry for the mess I've created," She shyly whispered, "haven't you forgotten me, yet? I would've."
"How could we forget about you?" A raven haired boy asked, "We've been right here the whole time."
- Dreaming of Wolves//Vent
(I just... Sobbed while writing this.)
Unmmmmm for you maybe , pfffft I'm a broken ass gay bitch .. I need an want what I want k 😩 shhhhhh 🖤
“You don’t need people who don’t need you.”
— Unknown