"… And every time something means a lot to you, you push it away, before it can push you away…"
"…and every time something means a lot to me, I smother it, which is why we’re such a good couple…"
dont become friends with me, ill seem really cool at first but im actually really annoying and i cry alot
dont ask me for relationship advice because i will always just tell you to break up w/ them and throw their shit in a dumpster because i do not understand the concept of allowing anyone to treat you poorly this is a zero tolerance zone
accidentally forgetting your earbuds at home is like accidentally leaving your first born child at the gates of hell
And how odd it is
to be haunted by someone
that is still alive.
I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.
Friday -one porkchop/ peach homemade Icecream.. Vodka Grapefruitx10 beerx3?
Saturday- one porkchop, threw up. Then a smore… One small
Sunday- one taco, one enchilada.. bite of chicken, three bites of cheese dip, beerx5—— so far.