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That feeling of being used

change0fmindset:

To me, that’s one of the worst feelings. Knowing the fact that someone only talks to you for one reason makes me feel even worse than not being wanted at all. Especially if you thought that person thought more of you than just being a tool/toy for them.

Things I’m good at:

change0fmindset:

• Not answering texts.
• Getting my hopes up.
• Pushing people away.
• Sleeping.
• Fucking with peoples feelings.
• Pissing people off.
• Pissing myself off.
• Being anti-social.
• Eating.

Any guy that can rock a bow tie and suspenders has mad swag in my book.

(Source: change0fmindset)

kimmychuuux:

The things I do, the things I say, how I feel, how I look and how I think. I know I’m suppose to be positive person but I think that positive side of me is fading away. I’m becoming less positive and being more towards to the negative side. I try to be happy and do things right for the people that care and expect things for me. Yes, I try to impress people at times just because I’m afraid of how people see me but what I hate the most is them hating me for no good reason why. Is it because how I am? How I dress? Or what? I hate how I am and how I can be a whole different person sometimes without even noticing it. I try changing how I am for the people around me but who am I if I’m trying to be someone I’m not?

It’s funny how some people are so quick to judge when they’ve made the same/worse mistakes.

(Source: change0fmindset)

"I like men that are more aggressive. I like them to be sure of themselves and know that they’re the man. I’m the lady and the only way for us to make this work is for us to play our roles, you know, I can’t really be the man for you. I don’t want to have to be."

Lets be honest.

change0fmindset:

I’m the type who gives more than actually receives. I tend to put my friends’ happiness before my own. I give people chances they don’t deserve. I hold onto things that are meant to be let go. My expectations almost always end up being disappointments. And I tend to expect a lot from others because I’m willing to do a lot for them.