how I miss you




I’m really good at fucking really good things up.


well what are you gonna do then? let people who don’t fucking care about you tell you how you’re gonna live your life? if I did that, I would be dead, my dad told me “next time you try to kill yourself, try harder.” if I listened, I’d be dead, and we wouldn’t have happened. fuck people, it’s about the goals you set for yourself, it’s about what YOU think, what YOU want. because in the end YOU are the only one left in your fucking life.


I finally found you..


I still love you…