I wish I could read your mind. You taught me well though, expect the worse and hope for the best. I just hope this won’t destroy us completely.
We worked way too hard and we love way too much to let this go. I’m sorry.
Why am I so tired?
I find myself less and less happier with every day that passes by. But at night, when you heave a heavy sigh, laying your head on my chest, at least I know I’m not the only one.
So my parents won’t fucking help me with my CSS profile to get fucking money to go to fucking college because……………………..(insert bullshit excuse here)
I don’t really want you to fix me. I just want you to hold me while I slowly destroy myself.
It sucks when people don’t pick up the phone anymore…
And then suddenly, it wasn’t about wanting. It was about needing. Dependency. Love.
I mean…all good things have to come to an end at some point.
I just wanna KOALA KISS YOU! UMF.
I lost my Ipod…. My life no longer has meaning… I don’t exist….
