well now that i know i'm just an option, why am i still going to treat him like a priority?

fuck that.

shit needs to improve, asap.

i swear i'll hate everything about the situation one second, and the next second i'm smiling like a fucking school girl happy as can be while the tears are still drying to my fucking face.

it's astounding. few people have been able to work me like that.

ridiculous.

i've got an interesting day planned tomorrow, so i'm going to go to sleep.

oh and i'll stop partying and start caring once i find something worth living for.
in the meantime, i'm going to have "fun".

i hate whores.
so why do i keep doing this to myself?
it's the same fucking shit every fucking time.
and i know this going into it.
so why don't i back the fuck off before i fall to the point where i can't get back up, and instead i just have to watch myself get hurt, again, again, and again...?

different names
same fucking games.

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god, i always forget how amazing Coheed&Cambria are.

♥

old, happy entries make me sad.

so i like a new boy... he has a girlfriend, but i'm working on it.
he's incredibly chill, attractive, and seemingly a generally nice guy.
we'll see.

AK fo'lyfe.