I wonder what it’s like to not feel utterly miserable every day.
I am so through being single. I do not want this anymore. Too bad it’s just me.
You know that gif of the drawing of the girl touching the guys face? It makes me hurt a little bit on the inside remembering when I used to do that to you and how you liked it until eventually years on it progressed to you shrugging away claiming it tickled to much.
I haven’t had sex in so long.
If I ever decide to get a tattoo it’s going to say “Come Home” on my upper shoulders.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kvA7Ej9N_5Y
Mostly representing that i have never felt anywhere has been a home for me..
The definition of Atypical depression has always described me perfectly
He won’t answer me and I can’t stop texting him. How can I get more pathetic than this
