To be honest, there isn’t one person in my phone book who I want to talk to right now.
Typical love story.
Boy meets girl.
Girl meets boy.
Boy fucks girl.
Girl likes boy.
Boy spends time cuddling and holding hands with girl.
Girls likes boy more.
Boys stands up girl.
Girl spends her night crying.
(via tryyouonlyliveonce)
(Source: howimetyourmother-lawyered, via justmeapril)
There are so many people I would go back and change stuff with!
So much fucking regret! :(
you say…
you say you like me, where are you now?
i know your playing and stringing me along.. for whatever reason, it needs to stop.
Not to be depressing, but I want to die.
