Damn songs that remind me of you.
Why does this have to be so hard?
“But she grew up tall.. and she grew up right..”
AH.
Seriously?
Why does almost everything I do have to have a connection to you?
Why?
“I dig you baby, but I got to keep moving on..”
No. Don’t move on. I’m begging you.
“Last dance with Mary Jane..”
Goddamnit.
Please don’t let this be the end.
“I tired of screwing up, I’m tired of going down, Tired of myself, tired of this town.”
Why don’t you ever post blogs anymore?
I don’t even know how to find out how you’re doing.
It’s weird.
I can’t get myself to type the number and send one little text.
It used to be so easy.. and fun..
But now it’d hurt.
Now it’d be too hard.
I don’t get it.
“I’m tired of this town again..”
It sucks when I know you’re not here.
I know you’re gone.
That’s the exact ‘reason’ I broke up with Him in the first place..
At least that’s what I told my mom.
And look where we are now..
You’re the one that’s gone and he’s still here.
Fucked up, isn’t it?
Breathing. That’s all I need to do.
Just breathe.
I’m going to deal with it.
I just wish I knew.
I just wish.
I just..
Ah.
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