Literally coming home to my own bed at 3 in the morning completely fucked up and having the option to go lay in bed with my computer and watch breaking bad, a container of homeade chocolate/white chocolate chip cookies, and an 8 pack of peanut butter cheeze crackers, not having any kind of school or work to worry about AND its my fucking birthday is the best fucking feeling in the world.
“Loving me will not be easy. Some days I will be a stuttering apology and you won’t know how to handle all the things I’ve done wrong.”
“To hell with them. Nothing hurts if you don’t let it.”
I miss you a lot. Despite everything, I would still go back to you in a heartbeat. Fortunately though, that’s never going to happen. I can continue to move on to better things that will give me that happiness that I had, back.
Time apart really does make the heart grow fonder, and it fucking sucks.
“There are certain emotions in your body that not even your best friend can sympathize with, but you will find the right film or the right book, and it will understand you.”
Happiness is literally right in my face, why can’t I just take it?