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November 25, 2010.

somethingharrypotterandnotlame:

I’m going to drown myself in the ocean in five minutes. But first I’m going to cut myself so the salt water BURNS.

I really don’t enjoy this.

I miss reading what you do each day!

COME BACK!

not because I’m sick.

I’m reading old texts I wrote down from Paul, and I miss him.

I mean, not really, ‘cause he’s a major druggie, and didn’t talk to me in real life, but he was one of the sweetest boys in the entire world, and that’s not even a lie.

I seriously almost started crying reading them.

I kinda miss talking to him on the phone in the middle of the night, or smiling at his texts of fear for falling in love with me. I miss how cute he was.

But then, you know, he got really not cute. And so I can have no regrets.

But jeez. I miss Cross Country.

somethingharrypotterandnotlame:

algoincreiblementecojo:

I hope you know how much I’m glaring.

I saw. I turned to Anne and was like
“I bet she doesn’t even know what this is from.”

I saw.

AND the music. I think she knows. I’m going to murder.

I hope you know how much I’m glaring.

I really wish that I hadn’t.