no one ever likes me as much as i like them and that’s it
She wasn’t bitter. She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind of sad that just takes time.
— Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via fuckyeahdepressingshit)
I fought too hard for you. While I was battling your demons, mine drowned me. Why didn’t you fight too?
