hooray to the 8 page paper i haven’t started due on wednesday lol :-)
Still one of the best screen shots from a game ever.
dead week is upon us
It really pisses me off that I can’t even meet your eyes anymore. I can’t even make eye contact with you without getting uncomfortable or upset or angry. I know it’s partially my fault, because I haven’t made an effort to better things between us. But you haven’t either, so I can’t be blamed. Neither of us are talkers. We don’t talk. We never did when we were together, either. We haven’t since that night. I don’t know if I even want to speak to you, but I do want you to know that I am so, so, so very angry at you. What you did to me was not okay. Do you even feel bad? God, do you have a heart? A conscience, at least? Who am I kidding. I know you don’t. You care for nothing and no one but yourself. Sure, you’re going through rough times, but we all are. You just never cared enough to ask about them. That’s what hurt me the most: your indifference, hiding behind a mask of smiling lies. Your fake interest. You didn’t have to pretend that you cared about me, yet you still did. And for what? For the attention? For the physical benefits?
I didn’t give myself to you because I wasn’t ready, not because I wasn’t willing. You just came to your own misguided conclusion that I would never do what you wanted. Guess what? You were dead wrong. I would’ve done practically anything for you. You treated me like shit and I still kissed the ground that you walked on. Wasn’t that hint enough that I wanted you? You’re such an idiot.
Then again, I’m the one that fell for your act. I hung all over you like a wet drapery and thought that you would be happy about it. Little did I know that you were spitting venom about me to your friends, hating me with a passion equal to what I thought you felt for me in love.
I wish I could burn my lips off of my own face because they’ve kissed yours.
I wish I could wash my skin for a full forty-eight hours, because your fingerprints are still staining it.
I wish I could slap you hard in the face and break that pretty jawline of yours that I used to admire so much.
I wish we never happened.
A Letter Long Overdue To You (via thoseconstellations)
SHOTS FIRED ON THIS NIGGA NOT SHOTS CANNONS BANG BANG
I just wanna find a girl who thinks I’m the cutest piece of shit she has ever seen.