” I’m not sorry either. I’m not sorry that I met you. I’m not sorry that knowing you has made me question everything, that in death you’re the one that made me feel most alive. You’ve been a terrible person, you’ve made all the wrong choices, and of all the choices that I’ve made this will prove to be the worst one. But I am not sorry that I’m in love with you. I love you, Damon.I love you..”
im someone people go to with problems and i become a fucking psychiatrist. im like doctor phil or something. but when i need them. all they got is…oh, sorry, ok, stop, no, dont…when can i meet someone like me who will actually care and talk outta their ass just to make me feel like theyre there for me
lifes full of problems. all i could count on is corona…
[[i wish you were here…youd know how to handle me…youd know exactly what to do to make me smile and laugh]]
are you joking right now?!?! fuck you. & you! i hate you both.
first of all - you already said yea. second - if you were gonna cancel you shoulda done it a while ago. third - i hope you know youve just been friend zoned.
& you. fuck it. im not even gonna bother spilling my heart out to you anymore. im not gonna bother telling you shit. im not gonna bother texting you. if i was really your bestfriend and if you really truly cared about me. i wouldnt even have to ask you to fucking call me when you know damn well im not okay.