It’s just so unfair sometimes.
Ughhhh
Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like…
Whyyyyy.
I feel bad, but I’m not that kind of person.
But still…
It’s just so unfair sometimes.
Ughhhh
Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like…
Whyyyyy.
I feel bad, but I’m not that kind of person.
But still…
You know,
I’m not sorry.
I can’t be, because I’m the one that gets hurt in this.
Tell me you love me. Tell me that when I’m offguard. Hold my hand, kiss it. Look into my eyes and tell me how much I mean to you. Make me feel special. Softly pull my head in for a kiss. When I’m spacing out, tell me that I am beautiful. When I walk away, pull me right back for a hug. When I feel uneasy, tell me how strong you think I am. Complement my talents. Ask me to show you how to paint, or draw, or something. Ask me to go on a walk with you. Ask me to play a game with you. Write me a note that tells me how much I mean to you.
How much am I worth?
Any of this?
You have to use the hair because he doesn’t goddam age!
(Source: mtrenchblog, via fuckyeahvillevalo)
Seriously?
Why am I the bad person just because I am having a really hard time living with a cat that is loud, that I am allergic to, and that doesn’t listen? It isn’t fair and I don’t see why I am wrong for not wanting to deal with it anymore. Why do I live in a world where it is ok for a pet to have more rights than I have the right to simply get a good night’s sleep?
In all honesty,
I’m done playing grown-up.
I just want to go back home.
I really, really, really miss that life.
You never believe your parents. You make one mistake after another
and you say you’re gonna learn next time, but you never do.
And then you go and make the mistake and sometimes it’s not so
easy to get out of. Like this.
Why did I do this. Really. What did I think was going to happen?
Why didn’t I sit down and really think,reallythink about the
responsibility of this, the cost, the emotional toil of FALLING out of the nest?
I love you and I can’t wait to live with you and wake up with you every single morning in our bed in our own place.
I already know that we’re not actually going to move out, so maybe I can get a tattoo now.
My throat burns like it’s on fire from puking so much. I’d rather just die at this point.