|me:||watching tv show|
|me:||looks down at phone for 0.002 seconds|
|me:||misses entire plot line of episode, introduction of 2 new characters, 1 main character dies, they are in a different country, at some point someone reproduced and offspring are spoiled and someone got a pet cat|
Because I’m so abusive and I’m so self centered and I’m so heartless and I’m so rude and I’m so mean.. But what about you?. Oh wait, I forgot.
You’re Miss Fucking Perfect.
i’ve tried to write this poem forty times i’ve tried to pen these words on the margins of my notebooks and it always boils down to:
i just am. i’ve tried looking for a reason and there’s both too many and not enough. i’m sad about the world and i’m sad about me.
i’m sorry. i know this isn’t who you made friends with. i just don’t have the energy to breathe. i hope you understand. i hope you see."
do ur squats
eat ur vegetables
wear red lipstick
dont let boys be mean to u
I think about you.
And I remember how much I loved you.
How I would tell everyone how much I loved your eyes.
How you were everything I had dreamed about.
How you were my everything.
I still think about you.
But now I don’t recognize this stranger in my memories.
The girl of my dreams is a distant nightmare.
And how you made me feel like nothing.
I don’t know how to love anything as much as I loved you.
The thought of you is literally terrifying.