It’s nice getting to the point of no return. Where you can look back and cherish the good and know the bad. To know the reasons things didn’t work and to accept them fully, that’s bliss. To think that it wasn’t a waste of time, to know that there were real connections and reasons why it all happened, to accept all of that, is a great feeling. I am happy with the choices I’ve made. I hope my mind never changes direction about this, because I’m quite sure I’m set on every word I just wrote. I’m at peace with what has happened and where I’m at now. Although a pain in my heart will probably stay for some time, time will also go bye and it will heal just fine. A chapter of my life was created, and now I can look back and take what I can from it and make this new one even better.
Basically weed doesn’t make me sleepy it makes me think even more and well I should really get some sleep…. So this sucks
Girls like me? We don’t fuck ignorant, pretentious, old men with weird lesbian obsessions. We go for tall, hot girls and we fucking love it.
I wish there was a way to fill in the hole in my chest. I know I have things I’m passionate about and love, that I can put in this hole instead.. but it’s not always the same. It’s no intimacy or love shared with another heart and soul. It’s just myself. I don’t even understand myself. One minutes I’m oh so fine on my own and the next I crave love to no end. I’m hurting myself and it’s just stupid. Why crave something that destroys you? Maybe I just want someone to break me down already.