i hate how you just left like you did.
i hate how you said you’d come back and
you’d get back to me.
i hate the fact that it’s been well over 6 months
since you said that to me. you haven’t come back once.
i hate that i love you more than anything, or anyone.
i hate that you lost yourself to the world of drugs.
i hate that you felt you had to shoot up, and or snort every night.
i hate that kayla fucked you over so bad.
i hate that i fell in love with you.
despite your hundreds of flaws.
i hate that you loved me too, i know you did, and you still walked away.
i hate the fact, that there is a very big chance you’re dead…and the fact
that i just might be a selfish bitch if you are. i hate that i have not
heard your voice comfort me over the phone for 8 hours straight.
i hate that i miss you so bad.
kaine. your tumblr is still up, but you deleted everything else.
where are you. we were moving to new york in july.
what happened. why did you leave me like this…
if you’re reading this…please know i care for you more than
i’ve ever cared for anyone…i miss you. and come back to me.
i..love you.
no, im not trying to get people to compliment me.
because that is certainly not what i am looking for.
i’m just trying to tell people, that there really is nothing good.
if you compliment me, ill either thank you, or disagree, but i will
always never believe it. because i don’t see how you can
find anything, A N Y T H I N G good about myself physically.
even mentally i’m a horrible person. i judge people a lot of the time,
sometimes i treat people like shit. im horrible.
honestly, i love the way he is. who gives a fuck if he starts drama. oh well,
we all get bored from time to time. let him be. that’s who he is,
and that’s who he’ll always be. accept it already.
so far today, every person ive come in contact today has been super irritating and i kinda wanna stab everyone in the face. tiny rant over. ha.
shaun deleted me. i am soooo upset. fuck you.
fuck off. i don’t need your bullshit cunt.
especially today.
fuck you.
I can’t stand it anymore; life.
I can’t see myself in the future, nor do I really want to.
The end is drawing closer.
There’s just a few things I still need to sort out.
I wish the tears would stop, the more I try, the more that fall.