i wish life wasn't rule by numbers. numbers, they are everywhere. money, performance, grades. everything's simplified by numbers. i don't like it's objectivity.
i'm not mad, i'm over it. i just wanted to say congratulations because that was the most mortifying thing i've ever experienced. i seriously didn't see it coming because i've always thought that you were this amazing, fantastic boy that i screwed over. well thanks for clearing that up for me. so anyways, karmas a bitch. break a leg.
sorry i havent beeen commenting. i just dont have the time or the attention span. maybee if anyone can hook me up with add pills. i hear it is the poor mans coke.
i never wanted to be your weekend lover i only wanted to be some kind of friend baby, i could never steal you from another it's such a shame our friendship had to end.
<3 i found these lyrics, written in tiny, messy handwriting in the back of a chicago postcard. tucked between the pages of the view from saturday morning.
i love how we're still good friends
how we're not trying to hurt each ohter.
but please end it. make me hate you.
im tired of being in "almost relationships"
so i can be available for you.