No matter how much someone tells you they love you...
always, through thick and thin.
In the end...
they probably love themself more.





If I'm not successful in the future I just want you to know that it's all your fault and you shouldn't be proud of the mistakes you made, the promises you always seem to break. For just a minute I want to spill it all out on the pavement but I'll rather coolly collect my possessions in the morning. I'll do it after you have your way with me and I'll get up before the sun can enter the bedroom window, streaming in on our faces. You deserve to wake up alone with no memory of anything or anyone ever being there, ever caring. I can never tell you what's eating me up inside. I fear the unknown. I fear what lurks around the corner.
Change the subject. It makes talking that much easier.
Uncomfortable situations. God damn those are the worst kind of situations. And of course the most common ones that seem to occur. Just my luck, you know...anyones luck.
Change the subject. It makes looking at you that much easier.
Can I just bring up the fact that growing up is probably the most terrifying ordeal to ever face. Maybe it's the wrinkles that scare people the most. Or the fact that you can no longer get away with doing stupid shit. People will think you're reckless. Well those people are just no fun at all are they? Look what everyone is getting themself into. Each and every one of us.
I've been floating for the past 18 years, it's time to fucking swim!

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