And if i might say so its one of the hardest things ive had to do. But i know your better off.

I really do though.

"Give me a second I,
I need to get my story straight
My friend’s are in the bathroom getting higher than the
empire state
My lover she’s waiting for me just across the bar
My seat’s been taken by some sunglasses asking about a
scar, and
I know I gave it to you months ago
I know you’re trying to forget
But between the drinks and subtle things
The holes in my apologies
You know I’m trying hard to take it back
So if by the time the bar closes
And you feel like falling down
I’ll carry you home"

FUCK MY MOTHER.

My mom thinks shes some perfect parent or something appearently and her shit dont stink. She wants to tell me be thankful when she should be fu king thankful i will even talk to her. Oh wait im not anymore. Fuck that bitch. She came and took ALL my money from my dad dying (over 20 grand) for drugs and then wants to flip over me asking for 9 motherfucking dollars to catch a bus on a fucking friday to go to her like she wants oh so bad. I don’t even wanna fucking go. Now i refuse to. FUCK HER.

Moving

So next week ima move to Bridgeville PA, im honestly terrified of starting over.. maybe it will be for the best..

So ive come to the conclusion when i lay alone in this bed is when im depressed the most, Its when my thoughts race the fastest, When my past catches up to me and when things become unbearable. No wonder i try to seclude myself at night.

"But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
You didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know"

Just saying.

When the past is always in your head sometimes you cant keep your thoughts there. Sometimes you kept em there too long and it starts to effect you.

(Source: lewky)