I still read and reread your “I love you” note. It makes me smile to remember that there was once a time when you wanted to be with me for now and forever.
I still check my phone, hoping to see your name show up, telling me you still love me.
But then I remember that you don’t. And now I’m not sure if you ever did.
It doesn’t seem fair that I’m always the one that ends up crying myself to sleep while you go on happily.
I haven’t stopped crying since it ended, but there’s no way in Hell I’d ever take you back again.
It kills me to know that I still love you and you’re over me.
I wish I could be done with you like you’re done with me.
I hate that I didn’t know that the last time I saw you, would be the last time I ever saw you. While I sat at home, excited about seeing you again when you came back, you sat there, typing out our break up.
It takes a coward to break up over text, but why change what you’ve always done to me in the past?
I hate that I still love you. I hate that I probably always will.
When you end up missing me, maybe I’ll be the one living happily.
Dear people attending the Sherlock premiere in 3 days,
first off, Congratulations. secondly,
PLEASE NO SPOILERS. PUT IT IN A READ MORE PLEASE. DEAR GOD PLEASE DON’T MAKE A BIG POST ABOUT HOW SHERLOCK DID IT OR HOW JOHN FEELS OR WHATEVER THAT PEOPLE MIGHT SEE UNINTENTIONALLY. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE
this guy i know throws this wild crazy party at the end of every school year and he invites literally everyone in our grade and this year i’m gonna call the cops ahead of time to shut it down because i once let him borrow a pencil and he never gave it back
that’s a lot of anger over just 1 pencil.
it was a mechanical pencil
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