I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.
Reblog if you honestly have NEVER sent anon hate.
It pains me that only 14,000 people can honestly reblog this
I want to text you. Just to remind you that I’m still here. But then I remember that you know I’m here. You just don’t care.
Midnight thoughts (via certan)