Feb 3, 2017
Just wish I had a friend to actually talk to.
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Just wish I had a friend to actually talk to.
Just give me a late night call when you're so deep in your feels and tell me, tell how much you need me and love. Make me remember why we ever decided to take a chance on each other without ever hearing each others voices. I wanna know how you've been feeling and what's going on. I want to know about all of your sleepless nights you've had because your mind was so loud, and I'll tell you about mine. I wanna know what you miss the most about us and what you hated the most about us. I just want to know how you're feeling so I don't feel so crazy for feeling the way I do.
I love all the little hiding spots i have for my blades just in case someone finds one.
You may have left bruises on my neck Scratch marks on my back hand marks on my bum All for the sake of love. But nothing will compare to the marks you left on my heart; on my soul. You tip toed around my skin Leaving kisses and caresses That some how sank into my skin Absorbed through my veins And flowed straight to my heart. You look at me like I've been through nothing, Like I haven't cut and burned the 5 foot 3 inches of what I call my body. You hold me like I haven't screamed for death at three in the morning with alcohol dripping off my breathe. Because all you do is look at me with love, All you leave on me, all you sink into me is love. And some how that love made me love myself. Because it's not about you loving yourself before someone loves you; It's about someone loving you so much you can't help but to love yourself.-S.G
My ex step mom called me to wish me happy birthday and she started crying. She has been there for every birthday, I don't even count her as a step mom-she is my mom. This year she won't be there to make me tacos and cake like she has done every year. So I'm going to drive to farmersville to surprise her and spend some time with her on my 18th birthday.
I just need someone to tell me they appreciate my existence so I don't feel like a giant waste of space everyday.
It's funny how only girls are commenting/calling me names about my homecoming dress... Jealous of the strong boobie game? I think so.
A girl was talking to me during class and every time I said a word her eyes would move towards my scars and I know people can't help it but that's why I hate talking to people because they can't just focus on my face