but now that i'm older, my heart is colder.

things i want to say to people but can't.



god fucking dammit. you won't talk to me but you still make blogs. it's pathetic. what is even more pathetic? i always look for them.

i like your ass. not the way you dance. not your eyes. your ass. plain and simple.

i want you to prove me wrong. i want you to be able to fucking ruin me, but i want you to fix me instead. please. just show me you aren't who i think you are.

I FUCKING HATE THE BOY YOU DO STUFF WITH. you already know that. but do you know why? i'm jealous. fucking jealous that he can make you feel loved, feel NEEDED because he lets you suck him off. i fucking need you and i don't even require sex. i just require...you.

i want you. i love you. but god dammit, i love sex with boys. we're going to have to have a threesome if this is gonna work. for real.

when i asked you to go bowling with me today, i just wanted you to say you'd rather come over and watch movies with me instead.

stop smoking. stop telling me that you're smoking. it's not cool. it hurts. it hurts because i love you.

\thank you for texting me right now. it made me smile. x) thank you so much. that was perfect timing.


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