I think I’d really just like it if the opposite sex just left me alone for a while. I really don’t even feel like trying anymore. I just want to go to work, visit my family, chill with my friends, and keep my house clean. That’s it. 

So it’s your 24th birthday, and I’m sure that I’m pretty close to being the last thing on your mind. I’d wish you a happy birthday if I weren’t so afraid to speak to you. Sometimes I like to think that you still think about me, though I’m positive you don’t.

I don’t know why I’m so enamored, but I wish I weren’t. It’d be nice if I could move on but somehow I can’t. I keep hoping that someday you’ll come back around like the naive fool I am. I’ve tried moving on, but I just can’t really find anyone that can truly keep my attention. Boys are too predictable, you weren’t though. I miss that. I miss you. Fuck my [love] life.

rainbowsandmushrooms:

My vagina bleeds once a month. Am I cool yet?

want. it’ll happen one of these days. I hope.

Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling. Tell me baby, where did I go wrong?