maybe i should have kept quiet. maybe i shouldnt have told u what happened because i knew you wouldnt remember especially seeing how things had happened.

dont know what i want to say.

but around the merry go round of tears we go again.

twas one hell of a party. way way better than the previous year. random snapping of happy chappy people and downing glasses of henessy made it all the better. i havent downed my drinks continuously that way in a long time. i think im getting my mojo back.

someone even went whoa, the legends back. wtf. what legend? i am now a henessy + apple juice / hennessy + ice cream soda addict

i was happy, i was even happier when you held my hand and pulled me with you despite the fact that she was just standing a few feet away. you said fuck that but i wonder if it came from your heart or was it just you being drunk. amazing how different you can be when you are in the radar of her sight.

that last whisper of good bye and the warmth of your hands on my waist left me like a pool on the floor yet what you did after that shocked me and those that watched. i should have been happy, but you know what? really im not. i wished you were that way without being intoxicated with so much as just a drop…

you probably wont read this, unless i tell you too but thank you for making me smile, even if it was just for that little while.

“Vous rencontrer etait destin, allant bien a votre ami etait un choix, tombant amoureux de vous etait au dela de ma maitrise “

everyones left. even “daddy”‘s gone on holiday. well sort of.

you on the other hand are nowhere to be found. or maybe just avoiding me i guess, like how you do everytime the weekend rolls around. i tell myself to stop, i tell myself it’s not worth it but in the end i just continue to let myself drop.

sarah mclachlan’s voice kind of breaks a person when one is in such a state doesnt it?

i’ve been thrown back into the playing field, new people all around yet the one i want is the one that’s out of bounds. fate has it’s funny ways of spreading itself out.

sometimes i wish i really wasnt so nice. always doing things within it’s boundaries. having my conscience scream at me everytime i think of doing something that might make my heart skip a mile.

right now im shattered, shattered like the fragile shards of glass thrown straight to the ground.

as emotionally unstable as i am right now. i figured i might as well continue my usual picture spamming because i really need to clear my desktop from way overdued pics.

found this folder i apparently forgot about.

emo much

ghostly

azzy baby looking very angry

we see a light!