I foolishly gave up the best thing in my life over an idea of what love is supposed to be like and I regret it more than anything.
Watching a loved one sink into excess
and addiction when there is nothing you can do to stop it is so depressing.
I will forever measure really expensive things by how many boxes of Chinese food or slices of pizza I can buy with that money.
I need drugs, drugs to ease my mind, I need to find, find some way to get high.
to the tune of you cant hurry love
i hope all of this is a dream i’m having at the age of 7
Emotional attatchment is a dangerous game to play. I’m so consistently hurt inside and I can’t explain it to anyone. No one gets what I feel except for those that I myself have put through this.
I lost my iphone plus my LG has been broken. life is hard