i think i’ll be deleting soon. just because i don’t ever use this anymore…

I got into my dream school. Hell yeah.

I’m having my biffle change my password for me because I can’t focus. If you need me, I’ll be back soon, I promise. Maybe a few days, but I’ll be around. I love you all.

you left me. 

don’t forget that.

so when you see me in the hallway and watch me walk by with my hair the way you loved it, your favorite outfit on,

or when you realize that no one else will ever treat you as well as i did,

or when it finally hits you that you’ve made the biggest mistake of your life,

or you see me smiling in a few months, holding hands with another guy,

just remember

if you come crawling back…

i won’t be the one to pull you to your feet, dust you off, and tell you that it’ll be all right. 

i’ll be gone. i will stare at you with a blank expression until you wonder why i haven’t said anything.

and then i will spit your words back in your face.

because that’s what you get

and it’s not what i deserved.

No one deserves this.

I could just be going to two concerts in the next 2 months… <3

Bed at a semi-decent hour? Thank god. Goodnight <3

I don’t need to delete you to forget you.

eating yummy halloween candy that i didn’t think i would eat so itll keep me awake and make my tummy stop grumbling.

Packet 1: 10 pages, 4 hours.
Packet 2: 8 pages.
I have five hours. When do you think I’ll get to sleep?(it’s 12:20am where I am)

Maybe I’m the broken
Among the whole.
Or I’m the broken
Among the damned.
Or I’m the broken
Among the nothing.
Or I’m the whole
Among the broken.

Either way I don’t feel right.

“Why Don’t You Love Me” by Hot Chelle Rae pretty much describes my life right now.

Why do I feel like I should be caring more?

I feel lost. Like I’m not looking at life through my own eyes anymore. I feel like a spectator and I can’t fix it.