December 2010
35 posts
My tea’s gone cold I’m wondering why I got out of bed at all. The morning rain clouds up my window and I can’t see at all. And even if I could it’d all be gray, but your picture on my wall, It reminds me, that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad.
I really hate saying hateful things to you.
I hate how you ignore me like I’m completely nonexistent to you.
I suppose I’ll do the same now.
Listen
“Do I have to spell it out for you or scream it your face. The chemistry between...”
– (via richneezy)
Lost
In thought…