that took up all of my confidence and courage. oh the things i do for you. and i just hope you know, i love you.

I hear all these things people say about you. they tell me about all those times you’ve hit on a girl. those texts you sent to another one, pouring out all your feelings. I hear a lot of things. and I mean ALOT. and they’re all different. sometimes, when people tell me these things, I feel like shit. you wanna know why? cause I feel like.. you can’t stay committed. your feelings jump from one girl to another, to another, in just a matter of weeks. or even days. I don’t even know how many exes you’ve had. probably more than ten. it makes me feel like…. I’m just another one of them. yeah you told me, you don’t bs these things; that it’s what people SAY. I want to just ignore all those that don’t approve, or think badly, but I can’t. I reaally like you and I dont want to get hurt again. I don’t want to be just another one of those girls.

its over. we are over eachother. you don’t know our situation. we both like someone new. I am happy. he is happy. we are happy for each other. now why can’t we all stop bitching.

theres moments when i look back and remember what used to be. and how I wish I could change back time and make you realize how much I did care and still do.

okay, so I’m in the car with Steven & wayne. we’re going on a road trip to I don’t know where. Steven is sitting beside me and all of a sudden, he undos his belt and fixes his boxers. I notice and start laughing then I ask him “do you do this in public too?” he says yes and then starts to kiss me. later on in the dream, Wayne starts telling me something, then kisses me. this is the part I’m really ksdsjf about. the kiss seemed so real. i actually thought it was my first kiss. and i dont know why, but i liked it.. :$

if you say ‘that shit cray’ one more time, I will punch your fucking face. that shit cray.

if you miss me, you text me first.

im tired of texting you first. im tired of waiting for your one worded replies. im tired of waiting for you to miss me. im tired of this bullshit.

i give up.

sixwordlovestory:

I see him everyday. It hurts.

it’s been three months. I’ve been through alotta shit, but hey, I’m happy without you.

am I really ? or is that what I try to convince myself so I believe I’m over you. idk.

i dont know what to do anymore. my feelings are so dcyvabinaebgno. maybe its cause im on my period, or maybe this is actually how i feel. but honestly, i dont know.

i honestly don’t know anymore.

no one gives a fuck if your dad only bought you $600 dollars worth of clothes & bought your brother $5000. like wtf. there are people out there that can’t even afford food, let alone clothes. so stop complaining about what you don’t have, and start being grateful for what you do have.