It’s been exactly a month since I ended my relationship with my first love. Hope you’re happy and she won’t break your heart or else I’ll break her bones.
Used to love this song and now I feel like killing someone when I hear it.
Over and out.
I don’t think you understand how accurate this is.
this is so relevant it hurts.
hashtag college lifeThis is my life
Pretty much all of these are me.
seriously though.. xD
What light. So breaks. Such east. Very sun. Wow, Juliet.
my ex is still logged into twitter on my phone
i could be cliche and tweet ‘I’m a DOUCHEEE lol’
every few days i will tweet something he would totally say
but he will never remember tweeting it
slowly the slightly out of place tweets will drive him insane
you are satan
i hate it when u stop being friends w someone or u break up w someone cos uve got all this information about them like at the back of ur mind like their birthday or their favorite game or whatever, and even years later things will come up and you’ll think about that person and its like. oh. and it never really Stops
my sense of humor is so warped
i don’t laugh at actual jokes
i laugh at things like:
I WILL BUY AMERICA FOR 2 GOAT
NO NO THAT IS TOO MUCH GOAT
I’M ANGRY BECAUSE I LAUGHED REALLY HARD
Last Thursday night, alcohol made me so numb that I burned my hand and didn’t feel a thing. Now, I’m stuck with a crater on my hand, probably for the rest of my life… hopefully until I could find someone who’ll help make me whole again. I don’t know if it was just because I was intoxicated, but when I saw the cigarette burning on my hand, the pain I felt was from the people who tore me down, not from the stick. I don’t know why I did it. Heck, I couldn’t even remember doing it until the next morning when I hit my hand on something and felt decibels of pain. After everything that I went through this past month, I realized that the pain, not the physical one, never really goes away.
When I look at my wound, all I could see is how I felt nothing at that moment - just complete numbness. And then in a few seconds, I remember. No matter how much I’m better now, how could a pain from the past be more painful than the burn on my hand? I thought that I’d rather feel that kind of pain that keep feeling the pain I felt from the ones who hurt me.
One day, I’ll look back at this wound not as a weakness for feeling, but look at it as a strength. Not because of being numb, no, that’s selfish. But I’ll see it as a hole that would have been filled again through time with the help of the people who really care about me. One day, the one who’ll love me the most will take that hand, kiss my burn mark and will reassure me that everything is okay now. One day, my hand, though wounded, will hold the hand of another and it will say that I trust you. One day. it doesn’t have to be soon, but in time, it will happen.