17 9 / 2014
I’m going to be one of those people who dies young. I’ve accepted that. I’ve felt this way my whole life, and it’s okay. How young, I won’t know until that point gets here. But it’ll be far too young to you all, I’m sure.
You’ll all come to my funeral and act like you knew me and loved me when in reality, I can count the people who truly knew me on my fingers. When this day comes, don’t be sad. I’m expecting this, and if I didn’t get something done, it wasn’t meant to be. Don’t cry. I’ve accomplished so much already.
Just please always remember the positive about me. I’m working hard everyday to be remembered as such. Don’t be afraid to talk to me.
I’ll die young, but it will be okay.
14 9 / 2014
You know what? I’m tired of crying over you. I’m tired of wondering what we are. I love what we’ve been lately, but I’ll be honest: I need more. I’m dropping hints left and right…one day someone is going to love me the way I want to be loved. They’ll appreciate the texts I send and they won’t insult me every chance they get…they’ll be supportive and loving and they’ll make sure that I’m always happy…they won’t get irritated when I ask them questions that are meant to show I fucking care…this is the way I’ve always treated you. One day, I’ll be treated this way. Lord knows I hope it’ll be you that does it…but who knows whether it will be.
Shape up. I may not wait around forever.
07 9 / 2014
WE DID THE MASH
*KICKS THROUGH YOUR DOOR*
WE DID THE MONSTER MASH
*BACKFLIPS INTO YOUR LIVING ROOM*
THE MONSTER MASH
*BREAKS ALL OF YOUR WINDOWS*
IT WAS A GRAVEYARD SMASH