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There is a 98.9% chance I will add you, as long as you aren't ridiculous :'].


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i'm so tired of feeling guilty, for doing absolutely nothing at all.

It's friday. who wants to take me to dinner followed by laughs and acting like a moron? slight snuggling may be required.
dream boy, where the fuck are you when I need you?

I'm so sick of the 'OMG I'M PUNK ROCK BECAUSE I WEAR POLKA DOTTED HEADBANDS AND CAMO SHIRTS' sluts. you have nothing with depth to say, and you spend half of your lifetime in front of the fucking mirror trying to tease your hair up as big as you can. you listen to the locust and modest mouse, and you're down b'rah! do you listen to them? or does ( Read more... )

I need a haircut.
I need a new job.
I need the 3's company box set.
I need a boy.
I need happy thoughts.
I need new surroundings.
I need truth.
I need confidence.
I need socks.
I need giggles.
I need a father.
I need sleep.

bye.

one look of discontent fills your hazel eyes as I ask for the millionth time what's going on, you seem to be confused about just where you stand with me tonight as we tear apart all that wasn't lost to another fight. and so we turn against eachother once again, you run and I go hide, talking to myself again bout all the things I shoulda said and I ( Read more... )

you don't love me, you just love my doggy style.
<3
it's true.

Stop saying you're sorry already. And stop doing things that cause you to say you're sorry.
please. because my head is going to explode.

I feel like I don't deserve to be loved. and I feel like a basket case. I hate to cry. I do it when I let everything build up until I can't take it anymore. I know i'm not easy to love, but can't you try? i'm so tired of letting you bring me down, and not being able to trust anyone. and I thought that I didn't care, but I do. I do fucking care ( Read more... )

It's been over 7 months since i've seen you or spoken to you. 7 months since I decided to get all of my stuff and come back home. That was probably the hardest fucking thing that i've ever had to do in my life. Knowing someone and loving someone for 3 years, then one day realizing that it's just not the same, and erasing that person from your life ( Read more... )