It’s 4 am and I’m entitled to as many depressed text posts as I want.
-my hips are killing me right now
-when we’re together I feel like you want me, but when we’re apart I feel like you don’t want anything to do with me
-on the train ride home, he kept kissing me, lips, cheek, top of my head, and telling me over and over how he doesn’t want to hurt me
