Live With No Regrets

Welcome to my tumblr. I'm April.

"I stay up just late enough until I am just exhausted enough that I can fall into my bed and sink into immediate slumber. Because I can’t stand lying in a bed in a dark room alone with just my thoughts for so many hours and hours."

(via psych-facts)

(via jarafss)

I still love you.

I think I always will.

i will never forgive you for giving up on me. ever.

I still constantly check my phone, hoping you’ll send me a text and hoping that you still love me. Hoping that this all was some sick joke and life will go back to how it was before I left. Hoping that this broken heart will be healed by your kisses and hugs and I love you’s.

But it’s starting to sink in that what I hoped for, will not come true. A text with your name will not show up on my phone. That you have taken your love back and given it to someone else. That my broken heart will never be healed, but always a little bit broken. That home will be a new car, a new kitten, no stepfather, and no boy to love me.

Getting your heart broken is definitely the worst feeling in the world