"Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world...I miss you like hell."
Missing someone is the worst emotion ever. Does anyone else agree? I miss way too many people, all the time, and it just hurts. Not because they're people that aren't in my life anyone. No, I think that'd be so much easier. It's because they're in my life mentally, but physically they're lacking.
Sure, I told Ames to go. I bought her the plane ticket and picked up all of the dirty laundry that she left behind. And I wouldn't take that back for the world because my best friend is so fucking happy it's not even funny. And for once, I don't care if it was a boy that made her happy. Because he missed her and she missed him so they both made it work with what they had (or didn't have). And they're still happy. There isn't a catch to the story aside from me missing my best friend something fierce.
Ayyyyyy. Oh, Aiden. I hate you so much it hurts, you know that right? Cause I do. But I think I'm in love with you just as much, so whatever. I see you every twelve days. And then we get two days to be together. It's really not enough and I'm not a fan. How was it somehow easier to manage this entire "missing you" thing when you were far away? That makes absolutely no sense. But THAT makes sense because that's how we work. You get that right? I'd only ever expect you to.
And then there's Kenny Boo, who I really wish could just live here and make me happy all the time. He needs to stop being my perfect best friend because it's becoming really detrimental toward my psyche. I was actually going to post pictures from when he was visiting, but they'd just cause problems...and I'd enjoy them much more if I knew fangirls weren't cutting out my head and photoshopping in their own for their band fanfiction and such. (Which, by the way, please don't ever read and/or write band ff...I'll punch you in the cooter so fast you wouldn't even be able to say 'slap my ass and call me sally', kkthanks!)
Now I'm rambling and falling completely off topic. But fun fact...those "how I lost weight" ads that appear on the side of the page are complete bull-honky. And the fat version of this girl needs to wear clothing that fits...and doesn't say inappropriate statements across the chest.
Youuuuuuu knowwwwwwwwww!
x. Elle
Sure, I told Ames to go. I bought her the plane ticket and picked up all of the dirty laundry that she left behind. And I wouldn't take that back for the world because my best friend is so fucking happy it's not even funny. And for once, I don't care if it was a boy that made her happy. Because he missed her and she missed him so they both made it work with what they had (or didn't have). And they're still happy. There isn't a catch to the story aside from me missing my best friend something fierce.
Ayyyyyy. Oh, Aiden. I hate you so much it hurts, you know that right? Cause I do. But I think I'm in love with you just as much, so whatever. I see you every twelve days. And then we get two days to be together. It's really not enough and I'm not a fan. How was it somehow easier to manage this entire "missing you" thing when you were far away? That makes absolutely no sense. But THAT makes sense because that's how we work. You get that right? I'd only ever expect you to.
And then there's Kenny Boo, who I really wish could just live here and make me happy all the time. He needs to stop being my perfect best friend because it's becoming really detrimental toward my psyche. I was actually going to post pictures from when he was visiting, but they'd just cause problems...and I'd enjoy them much more if I knew fangirls weren't cutting out my head and photoshopping in their own for their band fanfiction and such. (Which, by the way, please don't ever read and/or write band ff...I'll punch you in the cooter so fast you wouldn't even be able to say 'slap my ass and call me sally', kkthanks!)
Now I'm rambling and falling completely off topic. But fun fact...those "how I lost weight" ads that appear on the side of the page are complete bull-honky. And the fat version of this girl needs to wear clothing that fits...and doesn't say inappropriate statements across the chest.
Youuuuuuu knowwwwwwwwww!
x. Elle