ajkfqsdkl. When I insert the serial number it says it’s not a　 valid one… 

I can’t sleep. I wish you were here. I wish distance wasn’t a thing. I wish I could sleep next to you and I’m not sorry this is public but I want to kiss you so much that all I can think of is how I want to call you mine.

Fuck you for never giving me the chance to prove to you I was worthy of dating your son. HE HAS A 5AM CURFEW NOW? HES ALLOWED TO SLEEPOVER? HES ALLOWED TO HAVE A GGGGGG- 

Seriously fuck you. I never ever wished harm upon you, I still don’t now, all I did was hope one day you’d give me the chance, but  SERIOUSLY??! Fuck you. You’re a sorry piece of shit, if I ever run into you in person, someone better stop me from disrespecting you. And by disrespect I mean spitting in your face you motherfucking asshole. 

Fuck life. I quit. The universe hates me. I quit beating myself up over Armon. I’m moving on. I’m done caring.

Gn.

fucking Internet
I wish people would just message me directly if I’ve truly fucked up rather than reblogging my shit and making comments that aren’t even relevant to the original topics.

I’m not as good as his ex. She’s gorgeous and sweet, skinny I’m sure.
Speaks eloquently, has her deen on mind. She’s funny, too.
She’s basically everything I wish I could be.
I’ll never live up to that. 

((Staring at this person’s blog.

I really want to RP with them.

But they’re super good.

And I’m super not.

I wanna ask for a one-on-one.

But.

No.))

nope

nope nope nope

horribly destructive debilitating feels back