January 2011
5 posts
yell at me. scream in my face. just say something. i cannot stand the silence, it’s too much. i don’t know how to fix this, i tried. caring so much will be the death of me, i know it. i had to ignore every ounce of pride that flows through my veins and apologize to you. what gets to me is the fact that in all honesty, the apology should have been yours to supply. now please, please act...
"I just think happiness is what makes you pretty....
i can count all my consistently good friends on my...
therapeutic rant.
i deleted you from my phone as if it would erase you from my brain. as if it would separate me from the new person you’ve become. as if it would isolate you. as if it would distinguish my lingering feelings as nothing of importance, but they linger still. the fact of the matter is you’ve hurt me more than anyone ever has, not by anything you did to me directly, by the things you do...
2011: another 12 months, 52 weeks, 365 days, 8,760...