After a year and a half of being together and you supposedly still having feelings for me you can somehow manage to reject me for sex yet you absolutely can’t resist a giant and a morbidly obese slag…multiple times. FUCKING LOGIC. I HOPE YOUR DICK FALLS OFF.
My brother ran over my childhood pet. 2013 is definitely not my year.
Two souls are sometimes created together and in love before they’re born.– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via mrsbukowski)
Why did I have to get dumped a month before the beginning of year 12. I can’t even concentrate on my homework because I am too busy wallowing in self pity.
Don’t you hate it when you finally let someone know everything about you, all your secrets, fears, dreams, past and they suddenly lose complete interest in knowing you and you’re left waiting for them to walk out of your life forever. Fuck. This is why I keep to myself.