life is about memories, not regrets.
Hiya! my name is Jessica May. I am seventeen and live in London!! I LOVE TO read, go shopping, listen to music, travel, watch films, watch sports (particularly football), and to just be a generally lazy teenager really. I'm a Manuel Neuer lover too (shh don't tell anyone) and I'm a Fulham supporter also! I basically post landscapes and cute animals on this particular blog... but if you don't mind looking at pretty places, follow me!!
It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone, the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t come back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain.
Damn, there’s nothing like that, is there? I’ve been there, and you have, too. You’re nodding your head.
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