I need this right now.
holy fuck the notes
how i feel tbh
when I didn’t make the news or make a play. nothing just ever goes my way. me when you are with her. me when you have no respect for me. me when I don’t matter at all to you. me when I feel you are happy to see everyone else and I get shoves to the side when im honestly just happy to be there
(Source: mister-self-destructive)
I worry about this situation I’m in. With you. I like you, I think that’s obvious. I don’t actually know if you like me. We haven’t had a serious conversation though. I didn’t really think that was a big deal but taylor said that was super scummy. So now I’m sitting here, confused tweet. Should I just breakit off now? Leave before you get the chance? And your ex. I feel like shit, all the time. She is obviously attached to you and I’ve never been in her place but I can imagine. Ugh. And I don’t get attached anymore so that wont be an issue. But it’s contradictory because people say oh look for someone that makes you happy but then they say don’t let them in because another person shouldnt determine your happiness. Well fuck it because if I’m happy I’m happy I don’t give a fuck if it’s because of me or someone else. Happiness is scarce and leaves quickly so why fucking waste it? Embrace it. So there I decided. I like you and we don’t need to be serious with each other, because I’m not rushing anything.
(Source: barkou1994)
Shit that pisses me off.
Holy fucking shit I am so mad, SO mad. It’s funny how you twisted up the situation to make me look like a fucking whore and you look like a fucking god. Ironic, because I fucked you. Why? I’ll never really know, you’re a lanky fucked up kid and I can’t even look at you anymore. I know you make it seem like I meant and mean nothing to yo. “oh yeah we fucked twice but I was pretty fucked up both times” hahahah. No. The first time, you two beer queer, you were barely tipsy. You begged me for months to talk to you but I was busy with another scumbag. Then after igot over that scum, I started talking to you bc I had feelings for you, or something. Idunno whyyyyy. But anyway we talked and you were sober the second time, which is also the time you told me you loved me. Lol no you don’t. Were fucking 16, actually I was 15 at the time. You’re a prime example of why people should think before they speak. I know you don’t think that meant much, just something to say, but it was actually something I thought about a lot. Like why you would say it. I don’t know love. I know friendship and I know family, but I do not know love, and neither do you. And I know you meant something by it, you got attached to me. Don’t fucking pretend you didn’t because you tried to hold back. You knew I was different and it killed you so you stopped talking to me, and I know this for a fact. You’re a psycho bastard for doing that. Because even though I didn’t love you, and I will never love a guy as in be in love with, I did get connected with you. Sex means something. Girls release an attachment chemical that our brain and heart can’t override when we have sex, and it was just weird not having you there anymore, and you tell people we just ‘fucked’!? No it meant a lot more than that to you, more than it meant to me. And who have you been with since then? Other than the whore who isn’t over her ex’s and the girl you keep going back to even though she’s a slut according to you, no one. I’ve been with your best friend. Fucking payback. And now I am with a genuinely good guy, okay? And even though you guys are friends I dont give a shit. He’s not like you and you’re a prick, don’t pretend you didn’t love me.
- 2009: this will be my year
- 2010: this will be my year
- 2011: this will be my year
- 2012: fuck this, i hope the world ends
