Here I am again.
On the floor.
Struggling to breath.
Choking on memories.
Clinging to your jacket.
Wiping away the tears.
Facing my worst fears.
I won’t come crawling.
I won’t expect you to come.
I won’t be waiting up.
You won’t get a phonecall.
You won’t get a text.
I won’t give you the satisfaction.
Of knowing you hurt me.
Of knowing I can’t live without you.
I’m stronger than you think.
Yes I’m gonna cry.
Yes I’m gonna bleed.
I’m gonna smoke my lungs black.
I’m gonna deafen myself.
But I’m gonna pull through.
I don’t need you.
This, this is me.
Getting stronger, moving on, letting go.
Building myself up.
So that you can’t knock me down.
-ve
Nothing better than opening a brand new pack. Because each cigarette brings me a little closer to death and a little closer to happiness.
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Oh and fuck you. And fuck you too. And fuck you a little bit more. Oh and incase I forgot to mention, FUCK YOU. Fucking fuckface. Fuck off. Fuck.
Love? Fuck that. I’m done looking, done trying, done hoping. Every time I get close I get burnt. It’s not worth my time. The last asshole I fell in love with played me like a fiddle. He played me, hurt me, lied to me, cheated on me, and stood me up. I thought it was real and I’ve never been more wrong. I found a wonderful guy after that and it went well for a while and now he so distant… Out of nowhere it went from the best thing I’ve ever had to practically nothing. All these guys keep trying and just never meeting the standard. And then when they actually do they just leave. So fuck it. I’m not hurt, I’m not upset, I’m just done. I wanna be happy and that’s all. Is it really too much to ask for a nice guy that’s attractive and will treat me right and stick around? Like damn. Oh well. I’m just waiting for god to bring the right guy into my life.
My babygirl all cleaned up and lookin’ pretty (: #truck #Ford #f150 #4x4 #love #white #clean #happy #babygirl




