flip my perspective

a sad blog to make me happy

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Could it be?

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I'm a really big fan of nature. Nature, you trust to rely on its instincts. You don't fault nature for turning it's back on you when it's for its own good.

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I still have your cat. I can understand blocking me, but how dare you give up on being a mother to your cat.

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I think about how wrong you were. And you were so. FUCKING. wrong..

And I think about how right you were.

And you were so fucking right.

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We never dated but i loved every second I spent thinking about our future together. Now you've blocked me and the fire within only burns hotter, with the pain increasing every second fearing we may never speak again

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Internet time travel pen pals

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You'd think I'd be over it as much as I've ranted and carried on about it, but it still hurts when I graze the wound.

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They've stopped inviting me

They don't want me to be around them after they lead me on

What the fuck am I supposed to do with that

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I wish I could scream and have Tumblr just express my feelings exactly how I feel them

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Can I tell you that I love you, even only after knowing you for 5 minutes?

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People are overrated, I'm moving to the sewer

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My new pass time is getting just drunk enough to where I tell myself I need to stop, but still staying up before work anyway :)

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Please respond, just fucking respond. Anyone.

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Sometimes I'll wait on opening a message from you,

I'm not scared to open it, I just love seeing your name

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I fucking hate her I fucking hate her I fucking hate her I fucking hate her

I hate what she's done to me I hate what the fuck she did to me

Why the fuck did she think I wouldn't cry

Why the fuck did she leave

I hope she's fucking happy

Fuck.

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If you wanted me to, I'd cut a slot in my stomach, reach up through my ribs and rip my heart out for you and place it on a silver platter

It wouldn't hurt as much as when you broke it.

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I've grown tired of hiding, tired of hiding who I am

Who I want to be who I want to be with, there's no sense in hiding it

I long for the days when she's tired of hiding it too. God I'm sleepy