Eileen Haden

Sometimes I want to cease to exist, I’d have nothing to worry about

Never trust a writer, they know which words will have you at their feet. And they’ll come so easily for them, making up a fictional character tailored just for you and your needs. And you’ll believe them, you’ll confuse the character with the writer. Never trust a writer.

I said I’d never hate you, yet here I am. I wonder if you’ve badmouthed me and that’s why our friends in common ignore me or avoid me. 

I surely really did that, huh? Anyway, you might get some interesting stories someday.

you really never know who your real friends are until they break up with you, huh?

I have self control, but lately it’s gone missing

I want Stephen back :(( but it’s silly to ask for a wooden dinosaur back, isn’t it?

since when my love for you turned into anxiety? 

I’m scared about tomorrow, I feel I’ll give in and talk to him out of custom, this is awful, how an everything turns into nothing so suddenly

Can I resist the urge? or will I just give in and regret it later?