February 2012
I would never wish bad things, but I don't wish...
Please share your secret of how you just moved on...
shoot me
Am I seriously sleeping in his shirt, cuddling with his jacket and holding the dog he got me for Valentines day?
I'm trying to hard to understand but I just can't.
I know what it’s like to be scared, I really do. But why are you doing this to not only me but yourself too? When you left me I thought you just didn’t like me. But in all reality you do like me, you got attached and now you want to end it before you get attached enough to where I can hurt you. But the thing is, I don’t want to hurt you. I like you so much. I know people always...
Do you ever have those people that you got over
but when you see them there’s still something there? Not in the Oh I miss you and wanna be with you way. It’s more of the damn we really had something once and it’s over now, and I’m okay with that and standing here with you I don’t feel anything for you but at the same time I don’t exactly feel nothing.
Dyed my hair intense red. Did it turn out that...
fuck no-_-
“And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn’t really change the fact...”
– The Perks of Being A Wallflower (via akidnamedcudi)
“Everytime I think everything is going really well, I mean, I really try hard -...”
– (via idk-ktnxbye)
Of course he ended it.
Why did I even think it would be different? It never is.
It's so fucking frustrating.
Either we can go out or you can let me go so I can stop wasting my time. Make up your mind already because the chase was only fun for so long.
When someone borrows your pencil and loses it or...
KILL
I've tried so hard to keep you around,
cosmicwanderlust:
but you’re wasting my time. Why is it, then that I still want to keep wasting my time on you? Everything’s so much brighter when you’re around, but when you’re not, I see the dark side of all this. I know for a fact, in a month, I’ll look back and know this wasn’t worth it. Not at all.
In the end, I’m only hurting me.
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If you really want to know something about me, you should know this: I like my music loud. I mean loud. I’m not talking the kind of loud where your parents knock on your bedroom door and ask you to turn it down. Please. That’s amateur hour. When I say loud, I mean you can’t hear your parents knocking and the neighbors are putting a FOR SALE sign on their house and moving to...
Oh yes, because getting a cold sore right before...
