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I should've told my mom that I wanted to die
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I should've told my mom that I wanted to die
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I still think about you quite a bit. We were stupid then. It’s hard to think about. I wish you’d still keep in touch. I hate you not speaking to me. I hate that I can’t reach out because I know you don’t want me to. I know I’ve moved on and honestly I’m happy. But I still think about you. I knew what I was getting myself into, dating a childhood friend, but I didn’t listen to myself. Now neither of us confide in each other, and you probably don’t even read my messages. I’m trying to be a better person, I never hated you. I honestly think if we started talking again it would be like old times. We never connected deeply enough for it to matter. But you were vulnerable.
'Cause we could be something... And we could be beautiful...
Gee Way, Hesitant Alien Tour
zayn
Oct. 27, 2015
talked to joseph :D :D qtttt
saved a spider in class and he was like nice job B)
got a 92% on env test, avg of 81%!
shoveled down a p good chicken salad, aisha got to see my gorgeous TA
skipped philosophy, but philosophy was canceled!
made chicken alfredo bake
rebecca invited me to pinecone owl-ing! cuuuute
Tuesday, October 27, 2015
There are honestly, seriously, no words that can describe how much I miss him and love him. It honestly just gets harder and harder each and everyday. More and more painful each and everyday. I’ve been missing him sooooooooooooo much, It’s been getting impossible to hold my tears back and lately, I’ve been crying myself to sleep. I’m just glad he’s happy and smiling now. Even if he has forgotten about me, has given up on me, and has replaced me. Every ounce of this pain is worth it if it means he’s happy and smiling. Even though he’s stopped loving me, I will never, ever, stop loving him. Nor will I ever give up on us. But that probably doesn’t even matter to him anymore. Either way, I’m glad he’s happy and smiling. I wish I could be a part of that.