the.next.day.

I miss her terribly. I’d love to go back and redo it again, maybe differently.

It helps me to think that I have some different or higher purpose. Maybe it’s the Fates, maybe it’s something else. Maybe this is better for me, maybe I’m supposed to be passed along, in some sense or fashion. That maybe things will be better. I just wished if that all was, that it would feel more like I was making a difference that I could see some joy out of those who’s lives I pass through. :/ … I’m such a burden.

I always thought your eyebrows were a bit thick, but I liked them that way. I knew they were yours. ^_^ those lovely brows

the red flag,

Take me away,

Just do it

take me

just it

me and it

just take

take

I’m done, tired, and withered. Exhausted beyond care.

My imagination is my reality. If it’s a crime to dream… well, it shouldn’t be.

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I’m running back to basics,

Even though I am falling.

Lost alone, missing feelings.

I am expected to continue

With my everyday life.

But how am I able to

When you were my every day.

The pulse for my heart,

That kept me going through life.

I’ve lost track of time,

Lost track of my senses.

Fallen into a cavernous hole,

From where I cannot crawl back.

And never a day goes by,

Without a thought of you.

Every day I feel,

An emptiness inside.

A pit that brings me down,

Like I am falling.

I really do, thank you for everything.

For those that don’t know what’s up? I said bye to someone who’s helped me to see the world better, and has helped me through.. a lot really. They’ve helped me grow so much in so many ways. I’ll miss them forever, and I hope they find their happiness.

I kinda feel like I’ve bled out all compassion. I’m clawing my way out, but I feel it’s only getting deeper.

longdistanceproblems:

It was the year 2002-2003. We were both in 3rd grade and he caught the attention of my little, shy blue eyes. He was undoubtedly the class clown and drew me into his shenanigans from time to time. We got in trouble quite a bit together but I had a crush on him. I never said anything because I was almost positive that he would say something along the lines of “Ewwww„gross.” I recall he had helped my cheat on my timed multiplication test so that i could go to Knotts Berry Farm with the class and he reminded me that while we were there he pointed out that he could see my underwear and I ran and cried to my mom. My turn to get him in trouble. 

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I know some people might get upset about this, but FC*K MY MOTHER…. and FC*K MY BROTHER…… they are both nonsense. My “mother” is a selfish ass, and my “brother” is a pompous ass.