I spend so much time alone that if I was ever falsely accused for a crime I would never have an alibi
I’ve honestly never enjoyed my birthday. I hate attention on myself. Its awkward as all fuck.
I just want to crawl under a rock and die..
I was starting to recover. But then you looked at me again.
You never get over it. But you get to where it doesn’t bother you so much.
I think we all have that one person that we never truley get over, that we still think about right before bed everynight, or you will always jump at a chance to talk to ever tho you know you shouldn’t talk to, or the first person you think of whenever you’re drunk.
& he is mine.