Emotional as shit.
Can’t fucking sleep. I hate that you’re right there and you still haven’t held me. I can’t even sleep in the same room as you. You hold me after we have sex. You’re awake for sex, but never awake for just me. Crying myself to sleep. I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t even want to see your face.
Lost
I probably should be, right? After all, nothing seems to ever make sense anymore. Lonely, I feel that, more than anything else when he leaves and the wounds of him not being there are fresh. Empty, don’t we all feel that every now and then? Yea. Hopeless is more like it. Lost, I feel everything is covered by one small four-letter word.
How can one word sum up an important part of my life- finding myself?
MAKE OUT LIKE YOU NEVER SIGNALLED AND DIDN’T SHOULDER CHECK AND I DON’T REALLY SPEED THAT MUCH BUT YOU DRIVE LIKE SUCH AN ASSHOLE SO YOU SHOULD TAKE THE BUS
(Source: pat-attack, via blamemeblameme)
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