June 2011
3/28 i remember the date. the last time i ever...
honestly i tried to be happy for you.
i just keep going back to the same conclusion, and thinking to myself, “but that’s mine”. i understand you. i understand a lot of ppl. its just fucks with me because you seem to be one of the few that understand me. and its sad that i realized that now that you’re happy.
im glad that you’re happy.
homeless diary's
life is but a dream, ill wake up one day...
word to me, fuck you.
you like your dudes with tattoos, i like my shoes...
