I post the most random shit about my life
It’s not about wanting you in my life anymore, it’s about me. You care for me so well and so much that I have forgotten to care for myself. Splitting up does not mean anything. It’s a selfish decision, I know. Unless I work to improve on myself, I don’t think I deserve you.
I remember one time, before we were together, we were both high out of our minds. I told you the one secret I never even felt comfortable enough to share with BKG. And despite my state, I knew I could trust you with every fiber in my body. And I know you’ve never trusted someone before as much as you trusted me.
You still take care of me when I’m drunk. You still listen to me cry. You still care. You still love me.
How is it possible for everything to just go to shit like this?
One time we were sleeping next to each other and I told you that I was cold because you took all the blanket and you pulled me against your chest, wrapped your arms around me, and asked “better?” all while you were half awake.
I can honestly say I’ve never felt more content than that moment.
Damn, I miss you.
Omg is this a serious question? I havent gotten one in like 2 years LOL. Thanks though!
They like shopping at AA, Urban, F21, H&M, and thrift shops. We’re really not that fashionable. I, on the other hand, spend a lot of money at Delias, Nastygal, Tobi, ASOS, and Modcloth.
I just don’t like it and I don’t know what to do. So all I can do is make vague posts on tumblr thinking it will relieve my sorrows if a few people who still follow/care about what I post read it.
But that’s not enough for me. And there’s nothing else I can do. And it sucks.
I really don’t like college. I don’t like growing up. I don’t like leaving home. I don’t like being away from everything I ever loved.
I need to accept it and just move on. I want to be happy and I want him to be happy too. I need to wake up and face reality; that he isn’t going to be there romantically anymore. He cannot be the one I lean on, at least not right now. He cannot be taking over my life.
I need to do me for a while. But it’s just hard because ‘doing me’ has always involved him and now it’s just a solo thing.