Oh my god… I just re-read what I wrote about my insecurities against men… This is all your fucking fault. Kill yourself.
I want to steal you and run away to a foreign country with absolutely no plan in mind. Just to see where we would end up in a few months.
Even though he doesn’t know I exist and I love his music, I fucking hate him because of how badly she wants him to stick it in her…
I wish you would get out of my life. I regret so much but I’m at my breaking point with you. It takes all of my will power not to hit you or go off on you whenever I see you. Maybe I should, you inconsiderate jerkoff. Yes this is about you. Take the hint and go screw yourself.
I love you. I wish I could tell you.. I wish it wouldn’t mess everything up. I wouldn’t trade where we are now for anything. You’re enough to help me through my day and I can’t talk about you without a smile.. I love you (___ <3) <-insert name here.
We’re finally officially back together and I couldn’t be happier. <3 At least something in my life has finally fallen into place.
I’m so depressed I can’t even function normally anymore.
I’m so happy to be the fucking conduit by which all of you meet each other and then I no longer matter.
