Why is it so hard to be happy?
I pretend to be okay; I’m fake.
I talk about my problems; I’m conceited.
I stay in; I’m antisocial.
I go out; I’m an alcoholic.
I’m so tired of trying to please people.
Wellll… FUCK YOU AND YOUR OPINIONS.
My happiness is MINE. Not yours.
So fuck off. :-)
If you can just stop loving her then you never really loved her at all. Love doesn’t work that way. If you ever truly love someone, then it never goes away. It can become something else. There are all different sorts of love. It can even become hate—a thin line and all that—and, really, hate is just another kind of caring.
Blakney Francis, Someone I Used to Know (via stoneyxochi)