June 2012
3 posts
Every time I come to my friends place it feels...
I feel like I should be going farther down the road, I should be talking to someone else, I shouldn’t be planning on sleeping on a couch. I have so many fucking habbits and muscle memory I need to change. Fuck, may was the worst month of my fucking life.
These midnights have been the toughest to get...
May 2012
2 posts
tumblr just isn't the same without my best friend.
I need a fresh start and a break from this.