December 2011
It would be nice to be remembered.
For a person to tell me they missed me, would truly not forget about me after the moment I became out of mind, realize they didn’t want to deal with me the moment I cried or showed any semblance that I may not always be put together, that I might be thinking about everything all the time and a shoulder would be nice, but I guess actually helping a person isn’t worth the effort. You can...
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the-absolute-funniest-posts:
This is a cool blog to follow
welp- on my math final i definitely had a whole...
batfeathers:
so i drew a picture of mister spock riding a unicorn.
goodnight guys.
So much win.
No, that's ok.
I’ll keep being the girl who is there for everyone else, but can’t find a single solitary person when she needs someone.
Go ahead, sit there and whisper about my pregnancy, about how shameful and weird I am for smiling, when I’m going through this alone. Because I totally had control over him lying to me, promising to stay, and not doing so.
No, my getting pregnant is the worst...
