danielle said to me today something like “seriously, will you and joe stop fannying around and finally properly get together?! you both need to face it”
i was like dude..you can’t say that :/ut-oh.
i know, right. she then corrected herself like “i mean, like if you weren’t with tom. its just, some things make it so obvious that you’re meant to be”
hngggggggg.
did not need that after my days of constant sick-cold-horrible feeling about tom.
again, the further i get pushed away from tom, the further i get pushed to joe.
danielle said to me today something like “seriously, will you and joe stop fannying around and finally properly get together?! you both need to face it”
i was like dude..you can’t say that :/
I had a dream last night, where I woke up too late.
And everything I loved, I began to hate.
I know I sound repetitive, cause I’m repeating myself,
And I’m competitive, I want you all by yourself.
And that alone is just the problem,
I’ve got these woes, and I just can’t solve them.
If I could gather up the nerve, I’d put my feelings into words,
And if I weren’t so young, or stupid, or restless,
I might be able to just soon forget this.
Just forget this.
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i feel bad, because i feel nothing.
i don’t like it when you text me.
i feel cold and sick. all the time.
love will tear us apart.
“You weren’t wrong, Tom. You were just wrong about me.” — (500) Days of Summer.
Joe Booth says:
basically i wouldnt mind somebody but all the people close to me at the moment arent the people i want and in the words of michael buble i just havent met them yet
what even is this?! we don’t talk like this! it’s weird.
with the amount of stuff i have to do
im behind on work because i dont have the time
i sleep pitiful amounts because i dont have the time
i rarely eat because i dont have the time
when i do eat, i generally don’t hold it down.
you nag and nag at me but i dont have the time to do what you’re demanding of me.
so when dad yells down the phone that i’ve not rung him, it’s my fault for saying “yeah, sorry for being busy.” and him hanging up.
you say “hes not the easiest person to live with, its not his fault”
why the fuck did you marry him then?
you think my life is just peaches. you have actually no idea. because you don’t care in the slightest.
bloody hell. i just can’t help myself.
we’re back to normal now. we’ve been lovelylovely all night.
then i just thought
i bet i met her at that rock night.
NO! leave my minds, stupid thoughts.
i’m determined not to ruin this.