pseudologia fantastica

kp sun-shine clouds die


it’s terrible knowing no one will ever love me other than him, even worse knowing he doesn’t even love me properly.. I’m dying inside today

really don’t know why I bother with any fucking thing because honestly no matter what I do I’ll always be the last priority… nothing I say or do or think will be appreciated, no logic will form… no one will care. everything will continue to be as it always has, with me being just another expendable factor in every fucking equation.
expect nothing appreciate everything I guess..