I know you'll never look
But I still miss you. Every day, every night.
I miss your eyes, your skin, your smell.
I miss the way you laugh, your smile.
I miss the way you looked at me.
I miss who we were...
I know I'm faking it.
I know that I'm getting by on lies.
That I'm just avoiding thinking about it, thinking about you.
At least it's working most of the time.
And who knows
Maybe one day we'll be friends.
I do know this however-
I'm still not sorry there's nothing to save.
It never, ever works out.
Not to mention HEINOUSSSSSS.
I hope the weekend comes as fast as my ex.
I really do hate the duck lips pose. I really, really, do.
On Rock Band my sister randomized the band name and got 'Raspberry Saturday'. I however, found this name increadibly stupid, and today I changed the name to 'The Whom'
Stupid, ugly, low class whore. May you rot in hell with flamingos tearing at your flesh, dik-diks ripping at your bones, and fossas slashing at your soul. All while Kee$ha plays on repeat until the end of eternity.
So someone killed themselves at university today.
It's so sad. We're all so driven to be good students, to get good grades we seem to forget what being human is like.
To reach out to help someone; or, even realizing that bad grades aren't the end of the world.
One can always go back, to a different faculty, different program and try again.
But now that chance is lost, because you were too cowardly to face up to it.
I'm not saying I'm any better, but I know how stupid it is to kill one’s self.
You may not have to be sad anymore, but what about everyone around you? Your family, your friends. All wishing they had done something. That they could have seen it coming, stopped you.
Now you will never know how much your family truly loved you.
How sad, how lonely. For everyone in the end.
Is this how selfish humans have become? The student for ending his life and hurting all of those around him. The parents for not making more time to help their child. The friends who pretend nothing is wrong, when really nothing is right. The mindless students in the classes, filing in, filing out. Never talking to anyone, just thinking about them, them, them.
It makes me sad to think so. It seems the more I get to know humanity, the more I like my pet.
You put an entire table into convulsions of laughter tonight with your antics. Just thought you should know. And if you do know, stop fucking creeping my blog. ♥
