Haven’t you ever missed someone that you shouldn’t be missing? They’ve hurt you so bad, played with you, left you, mistreated you, and just made you feel like crap, but you still miss them. You miss their hugs, laugh, smile, presence, voice, and just everything about them. You miss hanging out with them, talking to them, messing with them, and just being yourself with them. It’s crazy how much you miss them, after all the crap they’ve put you through. You can’t help yourself. You just miss them. 

I’m so jealous of those girls who have flawless skin, long eyelashes, a perfect nose, long hair, perfect teeth, curvy bodies, but yet they’re still skinny. I’m jealous of those girls that, no matter what they wear, they still look beautiful. Girls who are photogenic, who can make the craziest face, yet they still look cute. A girl who looks just as beautiful with makeup on as she does with it off. I’m jealous of the girls that can make a guy melt with a smile.

(Source: in-fi-nito, via l0vekimberly)

I was the one that stood by your side no matter what. I was the one that gave you advices and helped you when you needed help. I was the one that got you up, on your feet again, when others knocked you down. I was the one that was doing everything to keep our friendship in place. I was the one that was always there for you. It makes me sad how I don’t even exist to you anymore. It’s like all those years of friendship went away.

(Source: lovelydiana)

starts replying slower and slower every time. Don’t you get so many mix signals in your head? Like, are they talking to someone better? Are they busy? Are you annoying them? You want to talk to them so badly but you don’t want to bother them. But then again talking to them makes your whole day a lot better.

(Source: brookeelisee, via christinaalee)

I hate how I used to talk to you everyday, and now it’s crazy how once in a while, if I’m lucky, I get to talk to you. I don’t mean anything to you anymore, when we used to mean the world to each other. We were so close, but now, now it’s like we don’t even know each other. We barely talk, text, phone, or anything. We’ve lost contact with each other, and that’s what I hate.

They’re just them. They don’t try and act all classy and elegant. They can be in their pajamas, they can fart, sneeze, burp, anything really. When people are themselves, I just love it.

(Source: lovelydiana)

• is there for me when I need to vent.
• wouldn’t turn their backs on me.
• doesn’t talk shit behind my back.
• can be themselves around me.
• I consider family.
• doesn’t leave me, once they find someone better.
• is always there for me.
• I can tell anything and everything to.

You look into the mirror thinking, “Why am I so fat? Why am I not skinny enough? What’s wrong with me? How come nobody likes me?” Don’t you just get disappointed with what you see? Those days are when insecurites just kicks in and all you hear in your head, are negative thoughts. You want them to go away, but they just don’t.