This is real. This is me.

Why are you so hard to let go of?

It sucks.

i miss you so fucking much

Many weeks have gone by, it’s been nearly two months.

The season’s almost changed and so have we.

We’ve both found someone new,

but my mind still lingers in the thought of you.

Sometimes I wonder if you think of me, too.

I hate to admit it, but

I truly do miss you..

I haven’t been in this town since the last time you were around.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

The storm had just hit and almost all had been broken down,

and I guess I should have taken that as a sign

that we, too, would slowly come to an end.

And what hurts most is

the fact that I thought we would actually last.

But we didn’t.

dear soulmate,

wherever you may be

please come to me

It’s so hard to live when all you want to really do is die..

“Are you happy?,” she asked with a stern look on her face. And it wasn’t until that moment that I really knew the answer.

“No.”

I see the cuts on my wrist, and I’m reminded of the pain you brought me.

You’re a piece of shit. I actually thought of giving you a chance, but you’re not even worth it. 

You’re not even all that. You’re short and not so good-looking. Your hair is fucking ugly and you’re not even smart; matter of fact, you’re actually pretty stupid. You have no goals or plans in life and no other female probably wants you. And if they do, they’re just thirsty for you.

So why the fuck am I stressing over you? I mean, shit, I’m the best you’ll ever have.

But hey. It’s your loss, asshole.