Tom Hiddleston is not yet my husband.
I’ve never felt more alone then I do in the moment of my life.
I’m jobless, still single after 4 years and not many friends around and the ones who are, are moving lives
How come its the people who are loyal, loving and and work the hardest and deserve the most, recieve the least.
When is my turn? When do I give up the fight? When do I stop waiting?
When do I get my pot of gold?
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How do you save a person from being hurt when they can’t see that the person who is hurting them is clearly toxic?
Does it always take two lots if hurt for people to realise?
How do you protect your friends from the toxic beings?
So tell me, at what point does one give up on love and happiness? When does one stop trying? When does one stop looking?
When do I admit to myself that I am destined for a life alone?