Nobody.
Saturday, November 26, 2011 @ 7:09 PM
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People were asking me how my 18th went. It was all sorts of shitty and happy at the same time.
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Of growing old.
Thursday, November 17, 2011 @ 4:43 AM
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I've always been good at lying about feelings. But no matter how much I conceal them all, when everything is silent and nobody's there, I end up thinking and feeling guilty about not doing anything about my feelings.
Sometimes, I end up accidentally hurting someone because I'm a fucking coward.
You.
Sunday, November 6, 2011 @ 5:26 AM
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I really want to write something for you. You listen. You care. But you're not around that much and surprisingly... it hurts me a bit. No matter how much I lie about my feelings, they surface. It's only been a few hours and I'm already pulling my hair. I am trying to respect your space, but if it my fault that I am such a clingy little bitch?
Hey you. I want you to say hi to me so I can stroke your ego and you can love me back.