sixteen. female. alone.

I was sixteen. he was there. I was alone.

I think not loving someone who loves you is worse than loving someone who doesn't love you.

you expect not to be loved back - it happens often enough.

you don't expect someone to hand you their feelings on a platter for you to do what you please with.

and you don't expect to feel nothing about it.

every thing is real at sixteen.

every thing isn't real at sixteen.

who's to say? who gets to decide what I can and can't think? what I can and can't feel?

how do you trust yourself to love someone after you've held someone's heart in your hand and crushed it?