Jan 24, 2012
Notes
Notes
I’m glad he didn’t call me back. Hannah was right. I wasn’t ready, I’m not ready. This shows he still wants to be in control. Or maybe he’s hurting, either way, I’m too fucked up to deal with this shit right now. Unfortunate timing, ‘cause in a couple of weeks the streets will be flooded with naive promises of young love and I will be trying very hard to be happy for my friends and not show them that I’m actually still really hurt by those promises and how broken they are now. And that, no, I swear, I don’t want anyone and I don’t want anything because I’m NOT ready for anything. And some days, nothing feels good. #Such is life.
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21ish. Frequent failure at relationships and all things love-related. Cultural Anthropology enthusiast. Curses in spanish frequently. Spends way too much time Tumbling & Facebooking. Thinks Betty is better than Veronica, any day. Subscribe via RSS.
21ish. Frequent failure at relationships and all things love-related. Cultural Anthropology enthusiast. Curses in spanish frequently. Spends way too much time Tumbling & Facebooking. Thinks Betty is better than Veronica, any day. Subscribe via RSS.
