Come stare at the ceiling with me and let us lose ourselves in each other’s voices and the stories we tell each other.
Fuck feelings. The only ones that ever seem to stick around with me are the ones that aren’t welcome.
I simply love being told it was mostly my fault that we didn’t see each other more, and then being forced to break up with Marie over text because she couldn’t make the time to meet me.
My mouth feels all tight and won’t stop bleeding every time I stretch it.
At Subway today at 12:30. Wish me luck!
I’m the emotional fluffer of a lot of people. Why am I just now realizing this?
My parents are tired of seeing me come in and then leave on them all the time. What am I supposed to do though? Not want to hang out with my friends much as possible? I’m working all the time already. I get my first day off of school AND work for the first time since this past summer practically.
Going to be doing more push ups and sit ups. I need to work on getting fit again.
I’d text someone I loved while I was drunk, but sadly, there is no one that I love anymore. And this breaks my heart in a different way than before, because now it’s just me with the broken heart.
Whenever I get in trouble with my parents, it’s never a cut and dry punishment. Instead, they proceed to forcibly question me until they delve into my most personal issues. I don’t like who I am, so please stop making me admit it to you.
I want a friend with benefits. Not so much sexually, but more like we both try to hang out one-on-one and in groups a lot because we mutually agree to be best friends to each other.
Is it really too much to ask for the bold truth sometimes? Stop pussyfooting around and go tell someone the bold truth, because believe it or not, they just might be waiting on it.