sometimes i think i’m okay. but then night time comes, and i’m laying in bed alone, and i can’t talk to you. and that is pretty much all that i want to do. then i wake up in the morning and think about how i feel like dying. then i spend my days trying to forget and thinking i’m okay. 

She says I love you. I’m gonna miss hearing your songs.

I had been replaced long before this. I’m glad she means so much to you.

i’d like to share my sheets.

i need to be a more active tumblr.

sometimes i wish i could be a brutally honest in real life as i am in my head. 
that’s the best part of being drunk. complete honesty.