I’m a get rid of them demons
If they don’t reply to your texts — they’re not interested in you.
If they don’t call you — they’re not interested in you.
If they forget your birthday — they’re not interested in you.
If they’re hung up on their ex — they’re not interested in you.
If they’re obsessed with being single — they’re not interested in you.
If they don’t want to meet your friends — they’re not interested in you.
If they don’t want you to meet their friends — they’re not interested in you.
If they don’t ask questions about your life — they’re not interested in you.
If they don’t tell you things about their life — they’re not interested in you.
If they only speak to you when they want to have sex with you — they’re not interested in you.
If they only have sex with you when they’re drunk — they’re not interested in you.
If they say “should we just keep this between us?’ after you have sex with them — they’re not interested in you.
If they don’t have sex with you — they’re not interested in you.
If they can always find a psychobabble rationale about who “I am” or “you are” or “we are” as reason why you can’t be together — they’re not interested in you.
If they have said for more than six months that they would like to be with you “BUT” — they’re not interested in you.
And if you still need convincing — think of it this way. Think of what the real day-to-day of life is taken up by. Life is birthday parties at terrible pubs. Life is losing your credit card and the annual Melbourne Cup sweepstake in the office. Life is hen’s nights, bucks’ nights, sitting on the phone for three hours to get U2 tickets and not getting them, the apartment upstairs flooding your house, interval training, calorie counting, cancer scares, illegal mini cabs, Secret Santa, rail replacement buses and Dido albums. Dogs die, cars crash, bin liners break, contracts end, curtain rails collapse, trains get delayed, football teams lose. Divorce happens and so do earthquakes and so does An Audience With Michael Bublé. Landlords put rent up, phones get stolen and the supermarket often completely runs out of hummus.
Now, taking all of the above into account — you look me dead in the eye and tell me the truth. Do you really have enough spare energy to pursue someone who isn’t interested in you? Do you really want to waste any more time on top of all of that? No. Me neither. So give it up, my friend. It’s a loser’s game. Delete their number. Don’t go on any more dates with them. Stop lurking their Facebook page. Feels good, doesn’t it?
Dolly Alderton (via gaslightgoodbye)
Let’s play a game called “I’m totally joking, but would do that in a heartbeat if you were into it”
I really miss you; we need to hang out a lot more.
We used to be so close.
Seeing you today made me happy.
I can’t believe we drifted off.
I am so glad we’re close again.
I couldn’t go to the party tonight I’m grounded.
Sorry! I’ll see you tomorrow though.
I need to talk to you.
I’ve texted you about 100 times today,
You haven’t answered any of them.
I’m scared. I hope it isn’t true.
Today they pulled us into the gym.
They told us all what happened.
They told us the counselors would be open.
I saw your mom today.
We didn’t even say a word, we couldn’t.
I gave her your favorite flowers, pink peonies.
We cried for hours.
Your funeral was sad.
The entire school showed up.
Yes even the ones who were mean to you.
I couldn’t talk at the stand, I just cried.
I haven’t written in a while.
I don’t know what to say anymore.
Some mornings I can’t get out of bed.
I never got the chance to tell you I loved you.
I mean loved you, loved you. Now you’ll never know.
I sit by your grave for a few hours everyday.
The doctors tell me it’s not healthy, I tell them I don’t care.
I still love you and it worries me because
I’ll never love anyone the way I love you.
I’m scared because I’m starting to forget
The sound of your voice and
The way your eyes shine in the sunlight
And the warmth of your hugs
I’m sorry I wasn’t there that night.
It should have never happened.
I was always supposed to be there for you.
I haven’t had a sip of alcohol since the accident.
It’s not fair he lived and you didn’t.
The police said he was drunk. It’s not fair you died.
It’s getting bad, I need you here.
I still love you.
I’m coming to see what it’s like over where you are.
I’ll see you soon.
Oh my god