Thoughts, Secrets, Demons

i cant even see my hand infront of my face. i dont know what real and whats fake.

i honestly dont think capture the crown sounds like AA

dragons-swords-and-dietcoke:

really i cant hear it. 

agreed

(Source: negativ-o)

I can’t believe I fucking trusted you. After what you did to me and I forgive you and trust you. Then you fuck me? You said you were my friend. I can’t put into words how much pissed off and hurt I feel right now all at the same time.

I think.

I think about you all the time. I think about how you probably just want me to go away, and not bother you anymore. I think about how much you loved me quite a bit. It drives me up the wall, and nothing good ever quite comes out of it, but I do it. I think about how much I miss you and how little you probably miss me. I don’t blame you. I think I would’ve gotten tired of myself too. I think about everything I’m supposed to throw away now. The thoughts of you family, the knowledge of your past, the wants of your future, you potenial you have inside you. I just can’t throw it away. It’s too much. I let all of you in, and let it become a part of me. What about the time you told me you could never not talk to me because it would hurt too much? You barely talk to me now, if ever. Does it hurt?  Do you miss me? Or was that a mistake? Or a “that was then” thing? I feel so fucking dumb but I miss you and I just can’t let go. Not yet. Just not yet. I wish I knew what I wish now…

So let’s get back to meaning something…

shall we?

Fuck… I just started thinking about prom… Fuck my life… It’s okay Dom, breathe, and drink and dont think about it.

I miss you and I am always thinking of you…

just thought you should know.

this post was going to talk about how i miss having a future with you… but i started it and was like, “whats the point?”

i saved it. but i doubt ill ever finish it.