i just saw two UPS guys walk with swag…hell yeaah.
i am sorry i have put you through so much pain.
i told you every fucking thing. what do i get in return? a couple of lies…nbd. after we had a whole fight about me not trusting you. and you tell me over text that youve lied so much to me. all i wanted was the truth…was that too much to ask? ive made such an idiot of myself. i fucking hate this. my heart hurts and i want it to stop but i really dont know how. music is the only thing...
who am i?
i am so many different people. i have no clue who the real me is. i fit so many fake personalities but which one is really me? i am sweet, i am a bitch, i am the funny girl, the girl who never shows any pain, the one most people love, the suck up, the attention whore, “the sweetest bitch youll ever meet.” but i think i am going to start showing my pain. if someone doesnt...
behind every closed door someone has cuts and brusies. they ,ight be on the heart of an old man or the wrist of a misunderstood teenage girl. but either way they are there. they wont leave. you can either ignore them, or embrace them and fact that its apart of life and proves that youre alive…you know what they say—we bleed to know we’re alive.
with every fake smile you die a little inside .
im the ghost of a girl that i want ot be most. im...
what is love? →
she hopes and dreams that everything will be okay.
im sorry. im not sorry to the person you expect. no. i am sorry to his best friend. i judged her completely yet i know absolutely nothing about her. by his description she seems amazing. i just over think and react like a normal girl. you two are best friends and guess what, he ask me for permission to go to your house…how sad is that?. im a horrible person to have him even think that he has...
like the way "tumblr" is spelt...there should be...
everything and i mean everything was perfect for those few days…obviously nothing ever stays the same for long.