• the fraction of suffering

    "I hope you miss me – I hope it haunts you how much you miss me. I hope you feel the a fraction of t…"

  • Eat pray Love

    "Julia Roberts. Vad ska man säga. ALLA hennes filmer är mina favorit filmer och hon har gjort det ig…"

  • Skjorta, vin, glöd

    "Jag vill sitta på sovrumsgolvet i trosor & en stor skjorta. Jag vill känna smaken av vin & rök. Frå…"

  • Copy paste my mind

    "You know there are people willing to help but you can never tell them everything. Revealing the plo…"

  • We could be gold baby

    "Måste få ur mig all text som bläddrar i mitt huvud under nätterna. Kanske kan jag sova nu. Kanske f…"

  • fear

    "Tanken av någon annans armar runt min midja, rygg mot min mage, läppar mot min hals, händer längst …"

  • Det visste du inte hah

    "- jag har en dag bok i "anteckningar" där jag skriver exakt vad jag tycker och tänker när jag är gl…"

  • Boys dont like sad girls

    "Det är många unga som har det svårt idag. Som trots den glädje de visar upp och trots den glädje de…"

  • Förhållande-

    "Jag har en ask där jag fick frågan om jag kunde skriva ett inlägg om varför jag inte vill ha förhål…"

I hope you miss me – I hope it haunts you how much you miss me. I hope you feel the a fraction of the suffering and pain you put me through. I hope you know how much you destroyed my life.

I thought you were the best thing that ever happened to me, but apparently I was just blinded by your ‘love.’

Apparently I didn’t mean anything to you because you made it pretty loud and clear with your actions that you didn’t care about me at all. You’re the one who fucked up, you’re the one who ended this whether you said the words or not. Remember that when you come crawling back, remember that when you text me just to ask how I’m doing; remember that when your friends ask me how I’m doing for you.

Remember that when you’re lonely and beating yourself up over the choices you made because I still hope it hurts like hell.

You can think I’m being dramatic, you can think I need to let it go and give you another chance, but you can let that thought go because I’ll never give you another chance. I’ll never answer your texts, I’ll never follow you again on social media, I’ll never reach out to you when I’m missing you like hell because you don’t deserve me. You proved to me that you don’t deserve me, especially when I gave you nothing but all the love in my heart.

The worst part is I’m still convinced you have part of my heart because as angry as I am, I still love you – that’s the worst part. It still takes everything in me not to answer you back. It still makes me want to scream and cry when I see your name pop up on my phone. It still makes me want to grab your face and ask you what the hell is wrong with you. But I know none of that is worth it. I know I deserve more than what you gave me.

You can apologize all you want, but that doesn’t change the fact you fucked up. It doesn’t change the fact that I gave you my whole world and my whole heart and you foolishly shattered them both. It doesn’t change the fact that you destroyed everything in me. It doesn’t change the fact that I am suffering an insane amount inside my own head, questioning what’s wrong with me, wondering if I did enough and the thing is I know I did.


I gave you everything you could have wanted in this entire world and it apparently still wasn’t enough.

You really fucked me up this time and there’s no coming back from that because I couldn’t handle this pain again, especially not from you.

So when you think you’re missing me you better keep it to yourself. You better put down your phone and you better remember you’re the one who fucked this up, you’re the one who deserves to suffer and the one who should miss me like hell.

I gave you the world and it still apparently wasn’t good enough for you. Don’t call me anymore, don’t say my name, don’t ask my friends about me, don’t show up where you know I’ll be. Don’t try to come crawling back in my life anymore because I’m done with you, for good.

You made your grave, now you have to lay in it. Alone. Just like you deserve.

You fucked up, not me, so stop dragging me down with you and let me move on with my life.





Julia Roberts. Vad ska man säga. ALLA hennes filmer är mina favorit filmer och hon har gjort det igen. Kan så länge jag kan minnas, komma ihåg att jag och mamma satt ihop kurade framför tvn när vi tittade på pretty women tillsammans. Har nog sett den filmen ett tiotals gånger och jag har ännu inte tröttnat. Julia har nyligen varit huvudrollen i en film som heter "Eat pray Love". Rekommenderar den starkt. Filmen verkligen fångade mig. Kände verkligen hur varenda replik och scene fångade exakt allting jag känner just nu. När filmen var slut satt jag helt tom på ord. Så många scener fick mig att fälla tårar. De kändes tufft att få sina tankar sedda i scener. Replikerna var så fina att jag fick gåshud. Tänkte därför dela med mig av de bästa.

Bilderna är från pretty women.

I’m here. I love you. I don’t care if you need to stay up crying all night long, I will stay with you. If you need the medication again, go ahead and take it—I will love you through that, as well. If you don’t need the medication, I will love you, too. There’s nothing you can ever do to lose my love. I will protect you until you die, and after your death I will still protect you. I am stronger than Depression and I am braver than Loneliness and nothing will ever exhaust me.

The only thing more unthinkable than leaving was staying; the only thing more impossible than staying was leaving. I didn't want to destroy anything or anybody. I just wanted to slip quietly out the back door, without causing any fuss or consequences, and then not stop running.

Why are you laying on the floor? Please come up here? What if we just ackknowledge that we have a screwed-up relationship... and we stick it out anyway? We accept that we fight a lot... and we hardly have sex anymore... but that we dont want to leave without each other. And that we can spend our lives together...miresable...but happy to not be apart.

Do You know what I felt when I woke up this morning? Nothing! No passion, no spark, no faith, no heat, absolutely nothing! I think I’ve really gotten pass the point where I could be calling this a bad moment. And it just, it terrifies me. Jesus, this is worse than death to me. The idea that this is the person I’m gonna be from now on?!



Setting fire to our insides for fun.
Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong.





Gott nytt år alla.



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