I just saw a picture of me and him together and started crying immediately.
Just imagine the person you trusted the most leaving you, with no said reason.
I just bought a leather jacket.
& im in fucking love.
; Short, black, zipper, removable hood, two front pockets near bottom, tight at bottom.
05/26/12 ; eh, pretty good day so far i guess.
volleyball
then mall with two close friends.
yayy lol. no drama. no hmwk, not yet at least lol.
no screaming, no hard feelings, no bitches.
lol but then we started talking about this guy during food court.
i really wanted to cry right there.
fucking miss him as a friend.
can’t even look at him in the eye without feeling awkward.
can’t even talk to him anymore.
people always bring him up, i always see him everywhere.
lol , fuck.
and then it made me remember and think about the other two guys
who i was like best friends with and now we like all hate each other.
well i don’t, but yeah. i guess its kinda my fault we’re like this but still
fucking cunts.
still, it was fun day i guess.
i bought a leather jacket, returned my hot pink bra that sadly coudnlt fit :( , getting money back from the crewneck because my friend ran out of the smashing paper thing, so i have money for 1g now yay. lol.
someone i know pranked called me and at first i thought they said movie pictures, but then they said pictures of my titties lol. they actually “boobie pictures” in the beginning awks lol. i think i know who it might be, they all think im some sort of slut lol
"Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The square pegs in round holes. The ones who see things differently. They aren’t fond of rules, and they have no respect for status quota. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them, but the one thing you can’t do is ignore them because they change things. They push the human race forward and while some see crazy ones - we see genius, because the ones who are crazy enough to think that can change the world, are the ones that do."
anon
"People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you."
(Source: holdingonto-hope)
