i guess i’m just frustrated because i probably won’t ever love anyone the way i loved you, and that’s a little bit concerning.
I think she’s special. She doesn’t need anyone. Like that’s the thing. Even if we were together, she wouldn’t really belong to me. She doesn’t belong to anything. She’s off in her own world…
Part of my new project Brain Notes.
"They always say that when you die, your life flashes before your eyes, so I hope that day you went through the windshield, it was my face you saw, not hers."
I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time.
Don’t tell me that you love me, because anyone can tell me that. Tell me that I make you tear up with anger and frustration, but at the end of the day you still want to lay down next to me, put your arms around me, and sleep.
me all during this week and next week
do you ever wonder if anyone reads your blog like everyday just to check on you