there are things you do that i try not to let bother me because you don’t do them out of spite or anything like that but sometimes it’s hard it’s hard it’s hard it’s hard and needing you so much just makes it feel worse
My dad is watching the Duke/Florida State game and he keeps yelling “C’mon Blue Devils lets go!” And I’m over here like lol they didn’t even win championships this year.
megan always calls out my metaphors and i’m like bruh i’m just tryna be poetic
people underestimate my ability to cut them out of my life when they fuck me over
spend a year and a half alone in your fucking head and you’ll realize that being attached to a bookbag isn’t crazy
can’t be alone again i can’t i can’t
but i will say there is a difference between accepting someones past and getting over someones past and forgetting things and i don’t know which one is harder
all i’ve got to remember is that i’m not as expendable as i think i am some days. I am here for a reason and you’ve kept me here for this long for that reason.
learning to keep my head on straight when normally it spins
today just goes to show that when you’re gone i have nobody again.
i’m tired of filling holes with things. so sick of it.