Oh, how I Love our semi mean, yet SO Love filled texts. Can’t wait for Warped Tour… We are SO prepared. For the most part.
From being denied a hug, and foolishly throwing myself to him anyways, to random texts of being annoyed. His last day was today.. Till August 13th, WITH the 6th. This stores going to be empty and lifeless without him.. I reversed everything I have said to the people
closest to me. I never fucked him. It remains my little… OUR, little secret.
Not Wasting A Second Of Air.
Tuesday came, OUR day vanished. Messing with him IS pretty funny… To me. He seemed annoyed. We saw stars, and it made me the happiest woman alive. I See Stars and Ben Brucekies for the way there, and Breathe Carolina for the ride home. Lighting SO bright, it was daylight. Was thinking of a photo all night, I See Stars took care of THAT for me Ironically enough. I’m SO grateful for that day/night.
*Back right by the stairs, he’s wearing a greenish shirt, and hat, by me with the red hair-My bestie an I*
A Day To Remember - Have Faith In Me
Guilty? Slightly.. But He IS an ex, soooo…. Yea. I’m a whore. He pissed me off, I made a point to show it, and he noticed. Constant eye contact all day, an sneeking my Strawberry Shortcake, and Loving my cookie ;) Tuesdays only like, three days away.
I Love you, I wish you Loved me. Just leave that bitch an we’ll live happily! She has a donkey face and a bad attitude! You’d be better off, fucking, food!
I think listening to music and creating art go hand in hand.
In a classroom setting, I suggest headphones. Everyone is different and everyone has their type of music that they listen to to get in the zone.
Different music effects the artists mood which in turn effects the art being created.
Being able to keep Him out of my mind almost all day is very surprising to me.. An everyone else, even though they proly haven’t even noticed. But now? Now I’m thinking of Him… Of our Very Many memories, whether good or bad.. I Love them all, AND Him. As my very best friend. As I’ve said before… Listening to old songs from the very first time we hung out together are bringing slight tears, and I’m honestly not sure why. But I’m trying to make the most of it… We all have to have that ugly cry over a situation we ever so desperately NEED to get over.. I think it might be THAT time.. Even though I’m no where NEAR ready to let go IN any way, maybe a little joyful sadness will help me continue to put and KEEP my feelings in check… So lets play doctor, babe.
He dreams of me. He actually fucking dreams of me. He pinned me to the couch.. We made out.. He had me at ‘pinned’. Then he paused and went to the bathroom…, “I guess I woke up”.
Free Hugs? Started it all.. Lead to Baby beers, slight rain, and beautiful Florida lightning. One of the most awesome Mustang parties we’ve had IN a while. Love ya’s out loud, and laughing that make us feel whole. I Love my best friend, an he Loves me the same. Fuck air, I Breathe Carolina. The slogan that just about made our night.