#jn;

[nothingnew2say-blog]

jealous? who me? fuck that, no way. i’m not jealous because you’re going on a date with someone. someone whose name also starts with j. even though that was our thing. whatever, it’s cool. not jealous over here. 

[xbite-mytongue-blog]

You mean the world to me. Losing you would shatter me. I'm glad we could figure at least something out. Whatever this is. It's a start.

[xbite-mytongue-blog]

I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to be happy. I don’t know how to celebrate things, let alone my birthday - the celebration of being alive - when all I want to do is the opposite. And I don’t know how to express that without blurting that out as word vomit. I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I’m a fuck up. I’m sorry I can’t be what you expected me to be. I told you that this would happen.

Hearing you have plans with Perrie later destroyed me. All I wanted was for you to come stay with me tonight and to quiet everything in my head. Because they’re screaming so loud that I can’t hear the outside. And he’s right here mocking me.

I’m so sorry.

[xbite-mytongue-blog]

Reasons why I can't be sober. I need to drink. I need to get off of the bathroom floor. I need to get a drink. I need to stop this feeling. You scare me. You scare me in the fact that I trust you.

I'm afraid you're going to leave when he comes out. He's going to want to hurt you. He's going to want to hurt me. He's going to want to hurt me for wanting you.

[dreamingintxchnicolor-blog]

Sorry not sorry for the shade. Yeah. Go solo.

[dreamingintxchnicolor-blog]

I hate you. I hate for the shit that you've started. But most of all - and what I will never say to you out loud - I hate for how easily you can turn me into a puddle of goo with just your words alone. I'm afraid to see what your touch can do.