I'm Jessy &' 17 years old
and I like
Fucking Shit ♥
I feel so often sad, because I remember thoughts and memories about people who I love but who hurt me very very much.
For example my first love, I did everything for him.. he was the first one who really was nice to me and with who I felt realy safe… after 3 short months ( for me like a half life time haha ) he broke up, found after a week a new girl and said that anything we had wasn’t real…
I hate this feeling so much till today because I still think about such persons, while I shouldn’t … maybe I like to hurt me by the way of remembering these things, even when the people are gone …
Es ist schön verliebt zu sein, aber schrecklich zu wissen keine Chance zu haben.
Zumindest nicht bei den Menschen die man am meisten bewundert…
"In an old house in Paris that was covered in vines,
lived twelve little girls in two straight lines …”
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someone from 1997 wished me good luck. it’s like someone from so many years back knows your struggles and i just, i think i’m gonna cry
One time I wrote on a dollar bill that I was Obama