a letter from the author.
Dear Gemma, it is time. willpower is all you need.
I used to love being alone. I mean, maybe I still do. I just really hate being lonely. I hate feeling like I’m alone in a world that is too harsh and cold for a wide eyed, naive girl like me. It is nice to have company that embarks on your journey with you everyday. It is nice to have someone beside you, ready to fight your battles for you or fight your battles with you. It is nice to know...
you are nothing but a liar. and i am done.
my family is literally falling apart. i don’t know what to do.
I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hate myself. Make love to me...– We Were Emergencies- Buddy Wakefield (via my-cartouche)
so there’s this “family meeting” today and there’s a party I was invited to today hm
I am sad. but I need to learn how to be happy when I am alone. I know I should be happy for you but I am still in love with you. part of me wants to be yours and nothing but that. deep down I can tell you have moved on. I wish I could completely move on but I can’t. because I loved being around you. and I hate myself everyday. I should’ve embraced every day with you like it was my...
cleaned my room and found some old notes that made me happy. brought me back to when i was so in love.
nicolettebecker: my emotions feel like they’ve been sucked out of me and i don’t even care what happens in my life anymore i feel like nothing even matters, it’s all bullshit
I honestly really hate who I am. I take everything for granted. I don’t know how to show people that I love them and when I’m about to, my time is up. I’m such a dick.
UGH no one will understand my love/obsession for Michael Phelps. my baby
I just keep thinking about having sex with you.
So what ever happened to, ''age doesn't matter''?
pleaseandsalamat: My parents are 10 years apart and so are my other friend’s parents. Is it just us filipinos or? But still… what ever happened to age doesn’t matter?
I cried today. the kind of crying that awakes the soul. and I wanted to cry for days on end. but I was told “I don’t want you to be sad anymore. When you cry I want to hold you until you don’t cry anymore.” But even that made me tear at the eye.
being told I’m “beautiful” by someone is awesome. but I just want him to say it.
I swear this is why I love weed so much more. drinking is for pussies. :(
I wish I wasn’t such a dick. I wish someone actually liked me.
prestigiatore: i need a job.