This is the End is probably my new favorite movie. I want to do a review for it later.
I start to think and I get depressed.
2013 fucking sucks.
Unfollow me, follow him.
I wish I could stop thinking.
I have to remember to keep calm, all these bad thoughts are running though my mind. I sit and think. Maybe I should reblog a photo or two before this blog because to sappy and whinny.
I can’t stop crying, I never felt this way before. And it’s stupid to write this stuff on tumblr but there’s no one to talk to. I hate this. I hate my choices.
I can’t handle this. My uncle goes back up north. My brother going into the marines. And my girls is no long mine. Now I’ll sit in my bed. And stay their.
It’s hard knowing you fucked up. I never wanted to see the pain in your eyes, pain that I caused. My heart is broken yet I don’t know what to do. I want to reach out and grab you. But I want the best for us. I want to show you I love you, and show you the future we can have, but I am scared. Scared we won’t make it. Scared of fighting with you. I cry every time I think about us. I don’t know what the future holds, I want the best for us. And it hurts knowing the best may means we aren’t together. But we both want that. I want to see clearly what is best with us, and I hope that means the best is for us to stay us. And not to move on with each other. I hope to never cause pain again, and I worry I will. Worry I will not live up to you. I am a boy, a boy that has fucked up. A boy that is an asshole. But a boy that wants to learn. A boy that loves. But a boy that has hurt my love. I cry when I see you cry. I cry when I see the hate I caused you. I love you, but I made you hate me.
If only we could change the past.
I hate everything.