I need to stop trying to fool myself. I’m not ok. This isn’t ok.
I cant be ok if the thought of being alone with him nearly brings me to a panic attack. If every time I leave him I cry nonstop for thirty mins. If, even though I know I deserve to be treated better, I still want what little he gives. Its,so stupid and selfish, to still want what we had, but I miss everything.
single word that ever passed those beautiful lips.
I miss the person I shared my first everything with. I miss not going to bed with wet face and sore throat. I hope that this is my one account he doesn’t know about, because I cant bear the thought of how he feel reading this.
I just wish it all away
I miss us.
la la la la la la la la
Sheets of Egyptian cotton
I’m going to be catwoman for halloween.
No way you can convince me otherwise.