I know when to stop. I know when to let things go. I know when to move on. But “I know” is different from “I can”.
Fuck, I need some weed.
I knew that I never meant a thing to you, I knew what you said to me wasn’t the truth. Maybe you just wanted someone, anyone so you chose me and then once you had me, you left me all alone to pick up the pieces that you broke.
That awkward moment when you spill your heart out to someone, and they don’t even reply.
Have you ever wanted to be the girl that: The gets a hug and kiss every day? The girl that gets to wear his hoodie or gets to cuddle every night? The girl that he calls every morning and every night because her boyfriend wanted to be the first hello, and the last goodbye of the day. The girl that he misses and thinks about nonstop, and when you see each other, he holds her tight. The girl he talks about to his friends, and scared that he’ll lose her some way, somehow. The girl he goes crazy without talking to her once a day. Yeah, I’ve dreamt of that once. Or how about, the girl whose boyfriend that lives miles away, but he’ll call her and text her all he can. He’s jealous of all her friends that are boys, because they can see her everyday, but he can’t. Or the girl that makes him laughs and smiles and he hates her being upset. They have cute nicknames that actually have meaning. She can act mad, but he sees right through her. But the one thing she loves is that he gets her and understands her feelings and love for him. Yeah, I wanted to be his girl.
^^^ doubt it. probably why i NEVER wear my seatbelt.
My heart only has eyes for him, and only him.
There are so many fucking guys, that flirt with me on a constant basis, that fucking want to “get to know me” and want to “hang out with me.” And yet, I fucking can act like a heartless bitch and flirt my ass off, and ignore the fact that I know clearly they have feelings for me, and yet, i decide to pick the one guy who won’t give me the time of day anymore? Fuck, this whole stupid thing about “you always want what you can’t have” really is getting on my nerves. I can’t notice anyone but him, I can’t. I mean, they’ll be all these guys around me, giving me all this attention, and yet my eyes, and heart only seek out him. What the fuck is wrong with me? When will I realize if he really wanted me, he would of said something by now. My writing this is so pointless, because it’s not like he’ll ever know how I really feel about him. And if I do one day, sum up the courage to admit to him, that I still want to be with him. He’d just ignore it, like the last thing I said. Because, it’s fucking obvious that he doesn’t want me. That he probably never wanted me to begin with. It just hurts that’s all. Knowing that, I’m wasting my time, on a guy who will never realize, that I’m waiting for him.
You said The Downfall Of Us All was approaching, so I put My Life For Hire. Everyone else seems to be Holdin’ It Down For The Underground, so I wrote Another Song For The Weekend, but it didn’t help that I was Homesick :/ I went and brought some NJ Leigon Iced Tea, but I’ve heard Mr. Highway Is Thinking About The End. When he saw me, he must of thought I was someone else ‘cause he said to me: I’m Made Of Wax, Larry, What Are You Made Out Of? I said wax too and then he said: Welcome To The Family. Mr Highway said he needed help, I asked him to Have Faith In Me. He looked at me and said, If It Means A Lot To You, let’s make this A Day To Remember.
^^my favorite paragraph.
DID YOU SEE THE GIRL IN BETWEEEEN THE TWO ASIAN GIRLS? uh nightmares for weeks prob.
i think people should mind theyre own fucking buissness. - lil wayne
When people argue via Facebook status.