I feel needy
All I talk about is him and I didn’t even know him!
No one knew him…
I want him back here.
I want to stop thinking about him when he hasn’t thought of me once
Who the fuck am I?
Why I love Tumblr
I love tumblr because none of my friends know I have one and none of my friends are following me so I can be me and not some perfectly curated mask that everyone thinks I am.
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. *bangs head on desk* I need to get the hell off the internet and be human
Drained Patience
I sit up all night for the reply,
it feels like a final goodbye.
I want the number to count up to one
but my patience is all gone.
I need you hereto talk and smile
but my patience is gone all the while
the noose knot pulled taut
for fucks sake let me be while I rot
