Still ( Read more... )

I don't know why I cant get past you.
You're doing such a wonderful job of it.
I don't know why I'm holding onto this.
I want to forget you.
I want to be able to be fine with never speaking to you again.
I want to get you out of my head completely.

I can't.
I can't.
I can't.
I can't even hate you.

I'm sorry ( Read more... )

Yeah, have fun.

yeah.
new journal.

destructathon.

I'll try everything I can to get away from you, but somehow, I doubt it'll do me any good.

I'm tired ( Read more... )

I'm tired ( Read more... )

Texas.
Till Sunday.

Call me.
Or don't.
I've stopped hoping for that.
Goodnight.

Fine ( Read more... )

Even if I ever wanted to, I wouldn't be able to erase and/or forget you.