Follow HIM he is looking for a tumblr girlfriend and boyfriend
He wants to be nice to them and make them famous
He is choosing out of only new followers
How about I’m in love with you. And I hate being away from you. I just want you to hold me again and tell me everything’s going to be okay like you have been these last few weeks. I’ve been holding on for three months while you tell me you’re breaking up with her “soon” and coming back to me. You call me your “friend girl” because soon it’ll be flipped around. Because you told me you can’t see me any other way except the love of your life. Yeah, I think that describes everything.
How about you just fucking break up with her and come back to me like you’ve been saying you would for the last three months. That’ll be perfect.
I love you, man.
You just don’t get it, do you?
I’m so tired
I am so fucking tired of this house I have to live in.
It’s like a never ending nightmare. I have to wake up to the same faces every single day and do the same things every single day. I feel like I’m a fucking puppet and I’m tired
I don’t want to live like this anymore. I wanna wake up next to someone who fucking loves me for me. Not loves me because I want them to. I’m sick of school, the fuck faces who fucking walk up to me with new rumors every single day JUST STOP.
I don’t care who’s pregnant, who’s high today, who’s about to fight in A lunch, or who’s skipping all day at the beach. ITS NONE OF MY BUSINESS. I wish I had friends who fucking understand that I DESPISE DRAMA WITH EVERY INCH OF MY BEING. I can’t stand it anymore.
Especially these little “best friends” who decide to date the one fucking guy I’m madly in love with, you know what man fuck you. And your morals. I hate you all.
I wish I could be the one who stood up for everything. But I fucking can’t because my own mother is racist, prejudice, anti social, and mostly a bitch. I hate this world and this life, I hate myself for letting him go when I knew I could’ve stopped it. I wouldn’t be in this position, I wouldn’t have scars all over my fucking arms, And I probably would be happy if you would just turn around and fucking realize that I’m here for you like nobody else.
Thank god for Tumblr, I’d probably be dead if I couldn’t fucking express myself to everyone I don’t fucking know.
God dammit dude, I just wanna grow up already.
Good fucking night.
