no one to blame but myself.
I didn’t think it were possible to hate myself any more than i already did. I can’t stand the person that i am. The way i look. The way i speak. The way i need you to fix me so bad. I’m pathetic. There’s actually no other word to describe me. I’m tired of looking out for everyone else but myself. I’m tired of loving, loving and never ever being loved back. All...
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Like it’s not bad enough that you always convince me to think up all these stupid little theories about everything and anything, you are now fucking up my sleep too. Why do you always have to be so clingy? Fucking leave me alone already. I do not enjoy being an irritated, jumpy mess all of the time because of you. I do not enjoy having to look behind my shoulder everywhere i go. And i sure...
londonhatesyou-deactivated20130 asked: You're right at all points. And that's what I meant too, a maybe is never something that's been nailed to yoursefl or any other thing. It's never completely negative or positive, kind of like how a surprise can be. To be sure of what a surprise is, I believe that you should think of it as "unexpected". Is unexpected positive or negative?
londonhatesyou-deactivated20130 asked: If it's possible to use the word "maybe" in your life, it's also possible to turn it a little bit further, to something that's "not too bad". And if you are there, you're okay, I guess. I mean, noone needs to feel like heaven's in their flats or houses or brains or hearts, come on, we're just humans. Try to use the word "maybe" more...
maybe i was wrong.
Maybe we will be okay. Maybe i won’t ruin what we have. Maybe you’ll stick around. Maybe this will be the best fucking thing that will ever happen to the either of us. Maybe doesn’t sound so bad today.
up until this morning.
I had completely let go of all the shit that happened a year ago. I had pushed it to the back of my mind and told myself that i will never let the things you did or said ever hurt me. But it seems like none of this will ever go away. I mean i know it will at some point but it doesn’t seem like it’ll be anywhere in the near future. And why? Because i might try to forget the shit you all...
there's a lack of colour here.
Fuck. Drugs are bad for you.