Minor Threat. Panties. Bedtime. with The Cure on repeat.
I got my heart broken today, just look at those empty eyes.
i am printing out a picture of you specifically to throw knives at it.
This will be my way of getting over you. Asshole.
I am twirling around so fast that i’m getting pretty close to be covered in vomit. You’re running around in circles, stomping in my brain with fists up in the air. You turn me into complete mush. I want it to stop, i am torturing myself with every little thought of you.
You’re getting married soon & you have a kid on the way.
I should of told you how i felt when i actually got the chance. Too late.
It’s improper to have feelings for you. After all, you told me to go dig my own grave.
A year has passed, when are these feelings going to stop? I’ll always wonder about us. :/