I want to spend my life with you.

You told me not to go.
It's sad you're the only one that wants me to stay.
I'm the only girl you could relate to.
Don't worry, our friendship isn't ruined.
Why didn't you have these feelings in high school?
Instead, you feel this five years after.
I'm basically you with tits.

Whatever, I'm never going to see you again.

I need you to hold me now and convince me that everything is wonderful and everything is ok.

You took advantage of me. Now I feel like a horrible human being with no bank card.

I wonder how difficult it is to be a doctor, to tell someone their love was dead and there was nothing you could do about it.

This makes me want to continue working out and not drinking as much as I used to!

( Look what fits me again! )

I think I may just take a knife and rip the "us" part out.

I can't sleep but I don't feel the need of being productive. I just ate a couple slices of wheat bread with cream cheese. I know I shouldn't have eaten so late but I guess since I haven't eaten all day and I was kind of hungry so it's ok, right ( Read more... )

Is it wrong for me to want an ass like Kim Kardashian? Looking at her and how she can break the celebrity coke fiend body image that all these socialites posses really makes me really better about myself ( Read more... )

We were intimate again, obviously it doesn't really matter what I feel or what happens. We will probably never see each other again nor remember one another in the next few months. Does that sound kind of depressing? I guess in a sense it does but I feel more indifferent on the subject.