
I’m high, therefore: MIND.BLOWN.
Would it have killed you to be there for me? Ever?
I know it’s been months since you’ve been gone, and I’m still crying about stupid shit like this.
Because I know you have absolutely no concept of what it feels like to have loved someone so, SO much, and have them totally take you for granted, and to not even miss you when you’re gone.
And truth be told, I’m not sad because I don’t have you anymore, I’m sad that the person I fell in love with doesn’t even exist anymore.
Now I’m in a new relationship, and scared to death that it’ll turn out the same way: someone is nice to me, loves me, treats me like gold, and then one day they just tire of me and stop treating me like I matter all together. Trust? I have none. Because you can’t trust what someone says from one day to the next, it’s subject to change. The person you are today is not the person you are tomorrow, and that person might not love me.
I….I don’t even know if that’s what I’m getting at. I miss you, I guess, and that’s nothing new. But now I figured out that I love the person you once were, and I’m terrified I will never find THAT PERSON in any other human being. Any other best friend. Any other dude that swears up and down that they love me. I feel so disillusioned.
What I like:
What I don’t like:
You go to Google Images or Photobucket and you type in the name of a song, and all you get is a shit load of pictures that people took of their fucking TV screens showing their rockband/guitar hero scores that they got on that song.
You little greasy douchebags. Clouding up my search engines. Someone should shove a broom up your ass.