Alex. 21 years old. Bipolar. Bedan. Storyteller. ☺️
I watch a lot of movies...like a lot...seriously. And don't forget TV. Let's just say i have a lot of free time. ☺️
I'm an aspiring filmmaker. and I do a lot of vector art and photography. 👾👓
I'm a hopeless romantic that discovered that romance is hopeless.
I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong.
t 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 coma 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.
You’re lucky. You’ve fallen in love with your best friend. The person who accepts you at your worst. The person who laughs at your stupid jokes. The person who knows you better than you know yourself. I would kill to spend the rest of my life with that person.