Where I go, the imagery of the past follows.

i hope you love me eventually...: So this is for you

natalieneon:

Sometimes I feel unimportant. Like if my life ended noone, not even you, would notice. Or you will but you’ll move on in a second. I don’t feel loved even though so many people say they love me. Love seems so fake. Except for mine because when I say ” I love you” I mean it I just don’t say it for…