December 2011
“you gonna be some dead motha fuckas”
– movie my dad is watching
cool. i’m basically probably losing my best friend, and i’m not going to talk to you until you talk to me. i’m all alone.
woooooop.
I hate feeling weak.
YOU’RE A DICK. I DON’T KNOW WHY I EVEN CARE. fuck you, man. seriously.
I think I’m going to be real with everyone tomorrow and tell them exactly what I think of them this year. It’s actually kind of sad that it’s the end of the year. Weird. I might end up crying because I feel like I fucked up this year, i’ve done things that I shouldn’t have, said things I never should have. If I could go back and fix it, I would.
I feel like a bad friend because I have nothing to say to you. You’re hurt, and I feel like a dumb bitch for not saying anything. Fuck.
I’m scared for you now.
allyouladiespopyopussylikedis:
now i got 32 flavors of that bootylicious bubble gum
raspberry
grape
cherry
nicotinearmoires:
you’re not even mine why am i jealous
Damn it. I still miss you more than I should.
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she acts like summer and walks like rain, reminds me that there’s time to change.
