im just sitting here, mouth agape, just speechless man...
i know i just had a conversation. with the just recent ex-. i think it was a conversation. i seriously try to talk to her... but she yells a lot. like im pissed cause she says she'll call, so i wait up for her to do it, but it never happens. she says i think shes Fucking everyone, and that im pissed cause im not top priority anymore, or that i dont support her.
i mean fuck, ayear and ahalf into our shit she came to me and said.. i want to be in the military.
6 months later she was gone. did i fight it.. no. did i try to have her stay... no. because i knew she had to go, because i supported her.
so you know what- let her keep on cutting, keep on drinking too much, keep getting your weak ass highs by drinking cough syrup, go ahead and fuck all the dudes you want.. dont fucking call me... cause im tired.
tired of talking about you.
i hate the memories.. they do nothing but claw at the thin thread that holds me together.
i give up. with sorrow but no regrets.. even for the scars i wear to this day.
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i need a smoke. im seriously stressing here. i can feel myself get all tense... its like i feel violence flowing through me. of course i have no nicotine, and honestly i dont feel like going out now.
im beginning to feel like love is overrated. but i do miss some things i suppose.
i miss kissing. and not those people that you kiss just cause i guess.. not the mediocre shit.. but the people that you just can grab hold of and feel happy to be with...
i miss laughing with her. cause now all the smiles have faded to tears or anger.
and yes misswings.. msi rocks... and i noticed tool and it reminded me..
every friday night... i get up on the karaoke mic and tear up some "aenima".. its a sight to behold..
peace out.. ill check in later.
i know i just had a conversation. with the just recent ex-. i think it was a conversation. i seriously try to talk to her... but she yells a lot. like im pissed cause she says she'll call, so i wait up for her to do it, but it never happens. she says i think shes Fucking everyone, and that im pissed cause im not top priority anymore, or that i dont support her.
i mean fuck, ayear and ahalf into our shit she came to me and said.. i want to be in the military.
6 months later she was gone. did i fight it.. no. did i try to have her stay... no. because i knew she had to go, because i supported her.
so you know what- let her keep on cutting, keep on drinking too much, keep getting your weak ass highs by drinking cough syrup, go ahead and fuck all the dudes you want.. dont fucking call me... cause im tired.
tired of talking about you.
i hate the memories.. they do nothing but claw at the thin thread that holds me together.
i give up. with sorrow but no regrets.. even for the scars i wear to this day.
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i need a smoke. im seriously stressing here. i can feel myself get all tense... its like i feel violence flowing through me. of course i have no nicotine, and honestly i dont feel like going out now.
im beginning to feel like love is overrated. but i do miss some things i suppose.
i miss kissing. and not those people that you kiss just cause i guess.. not the mediocre shit.. but the people that you just can grab hold of and feel happy to be with...
i miss laughing with her. cause now all the smiles have faded to tears or anger.
and yes misswings.. msi rocks... and i noticed tool and it reminded me..
every friday night... i get up on the karaoke mic and tear up some "aenima".. its a sight to behold..
peace out.. ill check in later.
aenima! i have the lyrics to that song on my walls, and in place of "LA" i put "ND", and it fits perfectly. but i'd like to see u do karaoke, aha. i used to do karaoke.... fun shit.