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kittenpunk:

The fuck? I fucked up. I fucked up. I fucked up. I fucked up. I fucked up. I fucked up. I fucked up. I’m so sorry. I’m trash.

brave:

unpresentable:

my baby

so perfect

joshpeckofficial:

literallyrad:

IT’S THAT TIME OF YEAR AGAIN

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snorlaxatives:

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kissmeok:

my blog will make you happy

Thought He Was the One.

The moment we stopped talking was the moment I died. It was me who ended it but it was you who lead me to do such a thing. I killed myself emotionally and mentally. Things went downhill for a while and I couldn’t concentrate on school, family, life. I kept to myself and let it beat me down to the core. I couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, and didn’t have the strength to get out of bed every morning. I soon forgot about you and moved on. Until a few weeks ago when I started thinking about everything. I made you, loved you, cared for you, and all you did was throw it in my face. You made a promise you would always be there for me and wouldn’t leave. I can’t say you lied because you actually tried. Problem was, it was just pity. I soon got into the laxative thing and then wouldn’t eat for days. I mean I ate a few crackers a day and had water just so my dad would leave me alone about not eating. It ended a few days ago, with a little help. I realized it’s over, I made it to the other side. You will no longer bring me down and make me feel low.

The other day I realized how happy you are and it hurt but felt good at the same time. She will love you more than I ever could. It only hurt because I want to find the happiness that you found. Don’t get me wrong, I am happy but barely. Just don’t give up, treat her better than me, she’s sweet, loyal, and honest. I have known her for years, whatever you do, don’t break her heart.