Wednesday and I'll feel somewhat normal again. I'll feel better when I feel your hands on my face again.

I could be a normal girl and contact you as soon as I pull into that bus terminal to ask that you come see me, bring ice cream, bring yourself to my doorstep in your forest green hoodie with threadbare elbows. But I won't. I like playing mind ( Read more... )

Come July, this may or may not end well. D:

I should try to be more vacant sometimes.

I just need to stfu, and calm the fuck down.

A sure sign that you're way too immature for anything that remotely resembles a relationship:

The only thing you can think of when you survey your room is - what do I hide?

that is so like you, Ku, agreeing to one thing and then immediately regretting it afterwards.

I've already decided, already marked the spot. I've allocated where I'm going to place you.

My life just flashed before my eyes, and I don't like any of it - one bit.

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.

It's all about discipline, which I have none. That's why it's 1:30 in the morning and I still haven't done anything.

I don't want to be an adult anymore. I just want to go home, wherever the fuck that is, or whatever the fuck that means.

I can't seem to be satisfied with whatever conclusion I reach when I scheme and plan alternate endings for myself. As soon as I think that I should just stay in point A, I start to panic and wildly long for point B, and when I ( Read more... )