i really hate how i can’t let myself hate you.
its like she doesnt need other people to define who she is. she knows.
my heart is beating too fast, im ignoring it and taking more pills to get shit done for finals. i slept about 5 hours in the past week.
i spent most of the nights staring at your pictures, rereading your messages thousands of times and trying to convince myself that nothing ever happened.
these thoughts aren’t really helping. and i really don’t know if they actually are mine. because everything i do is yours. music, movies, books, jokes, manners, feelings, even cigarettes. i don’t like to smoke. the only thing that i like is the thought that you held the exact same pack of camels in your hands and that these cigarettes had the honor of touching your lips much more often than i did.
right after class where i do my presentation on how drugs fuck people up, i go to my dealers house not to come back for 3 days.
i feel like my tumblr has turned into a drug journal. the only positive side is that in a couple of years, when im gonna mess up my life completely, i would be able to track down every step of how i did it.
im so glad i got high before he came over.
he is so much more entertaining when im stoned.
im not sure why i just spent over an hour watching youtube videos of gays and their coming out stories.
i would definitely fuck every player on our soccer team.
too bad im talking about the girls team.
spend the whole night talking about his dick.
no, i am damn serious.
we weren’t even drunk when this conversation started.
best movie ever.
im done, seriously. this kid annoys me way too much.
still this was longest relationship in the past 5 years. bright side, huh. thats why im pathetic.
now all i need is to find a way to stop that 24hr texting thing, without offending him too much.
