Hey there, the name's Victoria, I'm fifteen, and I'm from Canada.
My Tumblr sucks, because I have no clue how to use it. Thank you for being undestanding of that, goodbye.
Sometimes when you’ve been sad enough for long enough you become tired in this way that can’t be helped by sleep, and you start to be permanently sad. And anything that makes you any sadder is so much to handle and it hurts and makes you sick to your stomach and you’d do anything to fix what made you this way but you don’t get the chance to and you can’t help but think that maybe you’ll be like this forever because he won’t answer your texts and keeps saying he wants to be friends and might hang out with you and you’d do anything just to be in the same room as him even, but then you get your hopes too high up and you just become dissapointed, but there isn’t anything you can do about it. You just have to live with the consequences of whatever you did wrong, because you don’t get another chance.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY