I didn’t get over it, but I got used to it.
Story of my life. (via bl-ossomed)

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You ever wish it was you

"It’s not you, it’s me". Sometimes I wish it was me (you in the statement). That way you can blame yourself for whatever happened, and that way you can learn from your mistakes. But when you do everything right, and it’s still not good enough, then what happens?