this angers me to no fucking end
oh my god
Oh my fucking god
why isn’t this shit ALL OVER the national news?
This deserves our attention.
Day 28: Promise
He promised he would come.
You stare down at your too-shiny shoes, the one that make you feel like your grand-pop, and you can feel the sting of tears threatening to blur your eyes. You bite down a swallow and try to subtly wipe your eyes.
Girls cry when they get stood up by their date.
Guys, however, aren’t supposed to.
He promised, and he’s not here, and god if that statement couldn’t summarize your entire life.
Everyone always promises you, and no one ever comes. You hate it, hate it hate it hate it because no one ever tells you why. How do I fix it, you want to plead. How do I make myself better?
How do I make people stay?
But they never stay long enough to tell you.