I’m done with Facebook, I’m done with tumblr, I’m done with everything

End.oh.story.

I’m out. The whole reason everything seemed fucked up doesn’t make ne sad anymore, nothing makes me sad anymore, I physically can’t stay sad! But still when I think about that, when I think about you, my heart pounds. It slows down and I feel it throughout my entire body, and it fills my ear drums. Nobody fucking noticed, and I physically cant give a fuck that nobody did, and I wish I could sometimes. But its cool. I’m not even mad, I can’t stay mad either. It sucks sometimes, but it doesn’t. The DGAF button is turned on and I can’t turn it off. Is that a good thing? I have no fucking clue, I just miss you sometimes. And when I sit at home and do nothing I wish you would call, or you, and say let’s do something. And I wish I had answered your calls.. I wish I had been there for you, all I cared about was them and I should have cared more about you. I love you and I miss you. You were truly a great friend to me and I will forever be thankful for he times you helped me, and I will forever be sorry that I wasn’t here for you in the end.. my unexpecting friend.

So fuck life. And now after all those emotions writing this post, I’m fine, I can’t keep emotions anymore, fuck these pills.

Accepted everything finally. Don’t like it, but I can’t change anything, just take it as it comes with a head held high.

Seeing them perform, listening to he brass, this environment.. This is where I belong. I should be there with them. I never thought I’d regret having this summer just for me, but I do.

Hah, these drugs give me too much energy

I don’t want to tell you shit anymore. The one time I had stuff I maybe wanted to talk about you are barely fucking listening. And then you make me feel like shit again for something I just got over. I’m done