Well, we hustle out of a sense of hopelessness…sort of a desperation....– Hova
Back & forth bullsh*t.
It’s getting old…we both know it and NO I don’t want to be your friend. I hope we can leave each other the fuck alone and get on with our own lives. I just hope… *NOTE: I don’t even know if I believe what I just wrote…hopefully I do. Hopefully.
j4smyne: Will Work For Experience
I hate this. I don’t quite understand anyone anymore…
Right so many times...
I wanna do wrong. What does that other side look like? I wanna see it.
I always hated being the oldest. Everyone’s stupid expectations on my back. Me disappointing everyone in my family is the worst thing in the world. I always have to think about everyone else and what they’ll think. I hate it. I hate school. I’m not that smart, when will they accept that?
I feel so ugly when my hair isn’t straightened. So yes, it’s gotten to a point where I don’t want a relaxer but I still want my hair straight all the time. ‘Tis life as of now.
How Hipsters Break Up
...what happens now?
I think I’ve let go. Now what? Do I hit the ignore button as usual? Yes…yes I suppose so. No more stupid memories.
Jeffrey Campbell, I will make you a friend of mine... →
Did anyone else not realize
urbanragdoll: heartisbreaking: kasiasierra: That Winnie The Pooh was based on psychological problems? Winnie had an eating disorder, Pigglet had generalized anxiety disorder, Eeyore had major depression, Rabbit had OCD, Tigger had ADHDA and Christopher Robin had schizophrenia. Mind. Blown. It makes so much sense. mind is blown. This just fucked up my whole Childhood outlook.
building walls since 1991.– me.
The Sweetest Taboo.
I’ve been listening to this woman for the past 45 minutes now.
I never hated a man enough to give him his diamonds back.– Zsa Zsa Gabor (via em-urg-ingmind)
Here lies my dreams and aspirations meter…██]]]]]]]]]]]]] 20% Complete. Long way to go but I see it… P.S. I stole the idea from some guy on twitter who had it as “Loading Haters…” I think this is a bit classier. *shrug*
I’ve had some time to think about the type of person he really is. Honestly, I don’t even know who he is. I probably never knew. Really wish I never met him.
Love lost is a frustrating thing to experience. You stop loving but your angry with yourself for all that time wasted. Why did I meet this person? Why did he come into my life? For what purpose? A lot of people (including the one you were involved with) can walk away and just going on living but not me: I’m over-analytical. I went back and I calculated my missteps…my faults and his....
…turns out YOU WAS BLOWIN’ HOT AIR, KENNY G But you was cool,...