You’re emotionally exhausting. I never know which version of you I’ll get when I text you. Some days you’re all sweet and nice and remind me of the old you. And then there is the other (least favorite) side of you…which is what I get a lot lately. The one who picks fights and constantly thinks I’m attacking you or trying to be mean. When I look back on how we used to be, and the things we used to to, I can’t even believe what we’re doing now. How am I supposed to honestly trust you if you’re such a roller coaster? You ask me if I’ve seen other people since you broke up with me, and I answer truthfully. Have you realized I haven’t retaliated with asking you the same question anymore? It’s because I’m not s t u p i d, I know. I cry about you still and it fucking sucks. At the rate we’re going with all this fighting, there is no hope; that’s not what I want at all, I want the complete opposite of that. We’re going to end up resenting each other and there’s no coming back from that. Something needs to change if I really mean as much to you as you used to tell me, and I say used to because I hardly feel loved anymore. Real talk.
I believe in:
Going to college.
Following your dreams.
Holding onto people you love.
Laughing all the time.
Friends > Family.
They're not heels if they're under six inches.
Tan skin.
Where you're from is somewhat who you are.
Toenails should always be painted.
Caffeine is a drug.
Tattoos are fantastic.
God is love.
So are Slurpees.
Exercise is important.
Guns don't kill people, people do.
Pro Choice.
Sun and sand cure depression.
