I’m sick of working hard for nothing. I’m sick of my fuckin’ luck. Nothing good ever fuckin’ lasts.
I had one of the best nights of my life. With you.(:
I literally have nothing to say. To anyone.
i think that one detention with you yesterday couldnt have made my heart sink deeper into my stomache.
I looked through every photo album in my house. There are absolutely no pictures of me before age 5. And I have one album. My sisters have four.
I died a little when you walked into the detention room and sat down next to me
I was so happy with you. So crushed when you left. So numb when you were gone for good. The guilt of ruining one of my best relationships is killing me. I really love you. If only you missed me too.
There’s something missing. I just haven’t found it yet.
Ohmigosh, it sucks. I’m just stuck & cannot get away from him: I think of him all day then dream about him.
Things aren’t awkward for me, but I feel like they are for you. But I had so fun.. Am I bad?
