I hate the fact that I am always the person who likes others more, like if someone just leaves me, it really fucking destroys me, and I don’t really know what to do. I feel confused about everything for weeks, years even, and I don’t really know what I have done to make everyone leave me. I don’t understand how other people can just be totally okay. It’s like no matter what, I am always the one that hurts the most, and that really fucking sucks.
Ancient Roman Dogtag,
Inscription Reads: “Hold me if I am lost and return me to my master Viventius on the estate of Callistus”
Marilyn Monroe photographed by Andre de Dienes, 1949
|—||Jodi Picoult, The Pact. (via fakeville)|
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Nothing good ever stays with me.