2010 went by in a flash. Footprints treaded in and out of my life. Some took light footsteps, some lingered and formed deeper grooves and eventually faded, and there are many still standing by me today. 2010 Life Lesson: Sometimes you DO have to put yourselves before others. I obtained more freedom, which thus landed me in the most trouble I’ve ever been in. Another year isn’t an...
Out of everybody, you? Who would’ve known. Two years ago, pursuing you was my goal. Fast forward, out of nowhere confessions were spilled and felt. You’re a tad hard to understand than most but that’s what really makes you something to value. I hope whatever the fuck we’re getting ourselves into works out.
Plenty of kickbacks this break
I’m excited! Sorry I missed your birthday party last night, Tricia. I had no way of getting there :(
It’s so hard to distinguish your real homies from your fake ones. Girls, especially. They have to be all fucking complex and catty and shit. I’m a girl and I STILL don’t understand most of them. When girls talk, there’s always some hidden message you have to decipher behind what actually comes out of their mouth. You could be talking to them about meeting a new guy and they...
I don't want much
All I ask for is your time. Hanging out, slapping knees and sharing laughs like we used to; I miss that. Sitting next you and attempting keeping a conversation going is difficult enough, let alone laughing? No. You’re so caught up in your own life, you forgot how to listen to anybody talk but yourself. Breaks my fucking heart.
I don't talk a lot, but I'm not shy
“What’s the use of speaking if nobody knows how to listen properly anymore?” I fucking hate it when people call me “shy” or “quiet.” I just don’t want to talk to you, lol.
How all of our conversations go LOL
Me: Dude, come look at this!
Sis: -mocks me in some weird ass accent- DOOD COM3 Lo0KI3 @T DUHS$S
Me: ...UH YOU WANNA REPEAT THAT?
Sis: :I no..
Me: THAT'S RIGHT BITCH
In my room I find that familiar spot on my bed, roll over on my right side so my arm’s tucked under my temple and I stare at my door, recalling the things you did to make me happy, the little things. Of course none of it was romantic in any sense, but I liked it. The random calls you would give me throughout the span of one day, no matter what the time, just telling me about what you were...