February 2011
That moment when you know you fucked up but you...
January 2011
That moment when you feel like your hearts been...
Play with my hair. Kiss my neck. Hold my waist....
One Month & One Day Till One Year
“It’s funny how the music put times in perspective. Add a soundtrack to your life and perfect it” -Nujabes
When i ask you a fucking question, ANSWER ME. Im not fucking talking to myself.
When I need them the most they’re nowhere to be seen. Fucking figures.
And on top of that, adults I know and trust just yelled at me. I can’t do anything right huh? Fuck everything.
Done
I’m fucking done. I quit. Everything sucks. So much SHIT is running through my head. I can’t handle it. Jealousy, peoples judgments, absence of love, frustrations of basketball, the feeling of loneliness and the fact that I don’t belong, secrets, responsibilities, naive thoughts, and everything else imaginable, ALL fill me to the point where it’s just overwhelming....
dear-josh:
Imagine a Nerf gun war
In Ikea
AT NIGHT
Or even better, during trading hours. Which means, innocent bystanders/customers. Which means, collateral damage.
That’d be pretty swell.
I LOVE how you dont understand my feelings for YOU
everytime i try to leave, something keeps pulling...
dont you hate when you want to post something on twitter/facebook/tumblr soooo bad but you cant because the people that you talk about follow you?
Watching dispicable me. too bad im alone :(
SHE IS THE PARASITE AND I AM THE HOST - VINNY.
sugar-quills:
I CAN’T EVEN BEGIN TO TELL YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS.
I wish i could just let you go, but my heart just...
All this bullshit at home is getting to me. I wish that my life had a rest button. Like in a videogame when shit goes bad you just RESET. I’m tired. I’m stressed. I’m not happy. I need someone to be there but there is no one in sight. So now I’m going to lay down and pray I can sleep
Sometimes you wonder if kids shows are getting...