February 2011
Even if you’re the biggest asshole I know… I’d still rather be laying next to you than in my bed alone.
January 2011
apparently I still have some sway in his life for whatever reason. Ha, thats funny. *rolling eyes* I hurt him…. like thats never happened before… whatever. He’s an idiot… most of them are…. nothing new.
former lovers with nothing in common.
sorry if I was not as into the relationship as you were… RK wrote… you cared enough to lie… that song reminds me of “us.” I cared enough to lie to you… I said I loved you but you were much more into loving me than I was with you.
I wasn’t ready for a relationship…. still not. don’t want one. I like what I have…. *shrug* I may be lonely but I’m not alone. Things are good the way they are and I’m not sure I want anything different.
…and you’re just like “I don’t know, I guess tomorrow when I walk out of my house I’ll just choose one from the swarm of guys that all come sprinting towards me.”
lmfao this!
x)
One of the things I miss:: someone holding me while I drift off to sleep. I can live without the drama…. I can’t live without the spooning.
It’s one of those things about him that he’s good for… Holding me without asking.
mnid fcuk
I remember doing this in high school psychology lol
I don’t think I miss him anymore. I dont think I want him anymore. I see him and I can’t remember why I liked him—why I enjoyed him.
He said I was being a bitch— I just give what I get. He’s a dick so I’m a bitch.
It’s not fun anymore. This— HE— is not what I want.
Dr Seuss (via shannarh)
ABSOLUTELY! :D
(via whatshewanted)I hate saying this but I love him. I’ve always loved him. He hasn’t broken me and he doesn’t want to break me. I’m stubborn and so is he. He thinks he’s in control. He’s not. I hate saying this but… I’m done.
I’m sorry if I unfollow some of you. It’s not out of disrespect or disgust. I’ve lost my ‘Sir.’ so, I’m letting you go as well.
Oh… Twitter… And tumbler… Please distract me.
It’s not even a question anymore just a statement. I’ll always be alone. There will be no sharing of meals, love, tenderness. Nothing. And it breaks my heart every time I think about it.
Reblog if you read that wrong.
