Off my chest
If you even find this to read it. I'm giving up. I'm here forever for you, but I'm giving up on us, not you, us. I'm always here for you, but this just isn't love. You give me a headache from thinking about this so much. You say one thing and promise me this and that, but its all just words coming out of your mouth that have no actual meaning or value. One week its 'I love you', next its 'We're done', then you makeout with a random guy, then call me saying 'I need you, hangout with me'. I'm moving on, I'm not gonna grow old being constantly miserable. You said you miss me, well guess what, I fucking missed you all week and I will next month and next year. I turn 18 Wednesday, September 14th. It sucks being so fucking ready and so sincere about something then you have no one to show that too or make that commitment with. You were the one for me. You can't give up some fucking joke of a life you have now, for something that made you 10 times happier before, and I dont know what to say. Kids you now call 'family' where will they be next month, not in fucking sight... thats for sure.
I'm going to see Pride Kills on tuesday, one of the bands I've always wanted to see... it will probably be the best birthday present I get this year, & I'm happy with that... I have to be right?
Speaking of Pride Kills, "You're more important to me, than any fucking hardcore scene."
I'm going to see Pride Kills on tuesday, one of the bands I've always wanted to see... it will probably be the best birthday present I get this year, & I'm happy with that... I have to be right?
Speaking of Pride Kills, "You're more important to me, than any fucking hardcore scene."