I’ve had time to reflect on myself and realize that I’m overbearing and that I need to give you some space. That it can’t always be about you. And I think because of my fathers absence and my mothers neglectful-ness is the reason why I need that love and constant attention. I have to focus on myself and what I want, and I know it’s gonna hurt like hell but I have to have some space of my own too. But just the thought with you any one else, the thought of some girl making happy that’s not me just kills me inside.
when ur alarm goes off on a school day and you just
- -Sylvia Plath (via astound)