Taking naked pictures of yourself does not make you a bad person. People who share them without your permission are bad people.
Damn, I wish I could just burn all of his things. I’ve definitely thought about it. He doesn’t appreciate anything, ever. I don’t know why I still do him favors. He’s a taker. And I’m the idiot that gives.
But I could never do that. That would be cold. Even if he’s been nothing but cold towards me, I’m not spiteful. I wish I could be an asshole though. Not caring about anyone but myself. Screwing and using everyone.
I wish I could go back in time, and tell myself never to get into that car to go meet him. But I loved him the best way I thought a person should be loved. And if that wasn’t good enough, he never deserved it. I don’t regret falling in love, I just regret giving that love to someone who didn’t earn it.
Maybe I still do these things for him because deep down, a little part of me still cares for the boy in Idaho. And if I finally get rid of this box, it’s my way of finally letting go.
Walking into my room and seeing that huge box in the corner, it’s not healthy. All I do is look at the box and I am reminded of him everyday. I need to stop thinking about him. All that box contains is a bunch of bad memories.
"I know he will ruin me. But that fear turns into acceptance. I’ll gladly risk my own demise just to be with him."
Found this written in my notes. Wish I could go back and shake this silly girl.