"you're a wonderful person.  who wouldn't miss you?"

i had no idea.

and he also said he had made the decision to move on, and he also said he wasn't good for me and i knew it. i know it.

stop fucking with me

i miss being angry with you.

fuck you.  no wait.  i want a hug.  tell me something.  pretend like you know, when you really don't.  let's disagree, let me be right like i usually was.   share my bed with me.  let's be uncomfortable in it together.  let me be the little spoon, just for a minute. or let me come over there, please let me cry mascara onto your pillow. 

"you're the red truck and they're the immature lil kids that are angry and secretative about you. I think you deserve so much better. don't let them drag ya down, sweetie. remember, they sweated you!"

Dear American Apparel,

I see your ads, I get that the model is hot, but I just want to know- What the fuck am I supposed to do with a velvet leotard?

<3

gusto kong saktan ang mukha mo

(or however that's spelled)

xoxo

me

while waiting to hear back about our breakfast plans, I..

had my coffee,
read,
called my parents,
made a mix "tape",
listened to it,
hung pictures on my bedroom walls,
watched t.v.,
ate lunch..

i hope you're happy
i know she's your second choice.

2009, you weren't so bad.

...except for december which i clearly failed.