“Because you speak to me in words, and I look at you with feelings. Anna Karina, Pierrot Le Fou (via seabois)
I hate that I love you this much. I hate that you can hurt me incomprehensibly, and yet I am still able to love you. I am still unable to not love you. It isn’t fair that you can do this to me, yet still be fine without me. It isn’t fair that I should I have to lie awake at night hoping you might notice me, when quite obviously, you are done with me. It isn’t fair that you keep calling me your best friend, and saying that you love me, when I’m not, when you don’t. Words are empty without actions to prove them. I hate your empty words, I hate your lies, and I hate that you don’t know you are lying.