I told you that you should give up. Part of me meant it, but the other part of me didn’t. You probably said you wanted to give up on girls because you wanted to hear me say “don’t give up.” But I told you to, and you took me seriously..
I told you that I gave up on you. I was drunk. But I didn’t mean it at all. Part of me wishes I did..but a huge part of me still wants to hold on, and I don’t know why. Because I know I should..I know I should.
I want so badly to give up on you, but I can’t..it sucks.
How do you know when you should give up on a person? Can someone just answer that. Anyone.
Don’t fucking tell me to be more “giving.” I’m not your fucking mule and messenger. Sorry she took your coat, and sorry you just didn’t think to pack these clothes.
I’m still mother fucking exhausted from this past semester. Give me a break.
written by Vladimir Nabokov (via madiwhore)
Ive become a vessel of feelings..unwanted feelings