Sunday, 28 February 2010
05:12:46 PM (GMT)
but why would you do
anything? why the fuck do you do anything?
i don't know how i can miss somewhere i've never been. i don't know why i love you
when i'm around you but thinking about you, i don't ever want to see you at all.
so i'm sorry i guess, sorry i'm so shit and horrible and that i can't exist in your
even though i do
i don't think you'll understand how much something as ridiculous as that means to me.
i can't even begin to explain how sad it makes me that it isn't real, and that it
will end and that all that i've really got is this world. i couldn't tell you because
you'd laugh. i don't blame you, i mean, i'd laugh too. but it actually hurts, how
much i want it to be real
this is so stupid
fuck school. fuck getting a job.
what's that quote from little miss sunshine?
do what you want and fuck the rest
like that's fucking possible, if what you want isn't even real
don't comment on this
i won't reply
why the fuck are you even here?