subject line: i never learn.


new york, new york

He broke my heart and left for college and it took me a month to realize what a fuckboy he was with all his snapchat stories and Facebook updates when he had a girlfriend and when he had me. It took me more than that to finally realize I should stop talking to him into the late hours of night. But he’s coming back for Thanksgiving. He’s messaging me at 2 am again. And all I want is to be wrapped in his arms, but God. He’s a douche and a jerk and I want to cry because where does it say that these feelings I have are okay?