October 2009
21 posts
September 2009
26 posts
my bones ache, my muscles ache
it’s horrible to think of all that you have done for me. my friends- my real ones, my music, what i do on the weekends, what i actually enjoy doing and look forward to doing. all of that is owed to you. i couldn’t even picture my life without you, i know that i couldn’t picture being this happy. you haven’t defined me, but helped me to figure...
but really,
how the fuuuuuuck am i supposed to compete with that
missing you
trying to convince everyone is never as hard as trying to convince myself
but no, it would never happen. i would even think it’s crazy if it did. why me when them
what i think i want is always so conveniently out of reach, but then disappears, showing me it’s not really what i want
so maybe you, all of this, will just disappear, and maybe you’re really not what i...
on the other hand- i know you’re using me
i’m not stupid
i mean, you raised me
well, tried to.
i like this
i like this alot
:)
i almost want to cry because you’re leaving
take me to boston PLEASE
i want nothing more in the whole world to go
i wish that i wanted to look like me
and not other people
kind of pitiful