is becoming one of my weakest abilities. I used to be able to say that I trusted anyone until they gave me a reason not to…Maybe I’m just coming to my senses. 

I didn’t think it would hurt to watch you fall in love again. I didn’t think it would hurt to see that slut in my position. 

I didn’t think I’d ever hurt, or find a decent reason to. 

I think it’s great when girls wear a bikini, but shorts over it. AND oh wait, I need to have my shorts unbuttoned and unzipped so that I’m just begging for you to get in my pants. K, now I’m all set to be a whore for the day.

A trait I’m famous for. :/

I just don’t like being alone. I’m going to miss hearing someones breathing while I fall asleep. I don’t know if I can do it on my own. I don’t know if I can do anything on my own. I don’t want to be alone. 

I don’t think I can fake being happy for much longer. 

may be viewing the next college drop outs tumblr. Fuck college.

All I want to fucking do is tear the world apart.