Discovering Myself

Those words…

“I love this part with you, laying here and having such great talks…”

I just don’t understand.

I can have the best of friends surrounding me, getting told that if I need anyone to talk to I have someone, no stress with school, the summer to look forward to, nothing to be depressed about, but I still cannot stop thinking I have the worst in life right now.

It’s because I can’t get rid of this feeling..

I know that I shouldn’t have feelings for you, you’ve warned me, I’ve warned myself, and I know you get around. But in the end, I cannot help it.

You flirt with all my friends, you are a complete asshole, you have so many things about you that I can pick out why I don’t want to be associated with you, but then it’s all overcome by the feeling I had when we were talking about life. You told me I was one of your good friends. That word killed me on the inside… friends…  That’s what I want to be, but I also want more.

lizzyjb1dizzy:

Pull my hair.

Scratch me.

Bite my lip.

Nibble on my earlobe.

Whisper in my ear.

Back me up against a wall.

But DO NOT, and I mean DO NOT 

forget the cheese on my cheeseburger.

That shit’s just too extreme for me.

(via imaginationmakestheworldinfinite)