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We’ve both been bleeding for a long time. I continually shot you and I always had my demons and new ways of making making myself bleed and other times I had the help of other people.
I know what I’ve done. I know I’m fucked up, you knew/know that too. Half the time I don’t even know who I am or what I want… and YOU know that better than anyone I’ve ever met.
Just bc I’ve had time to think about us, doesn’t mean I’ve figured out what we have. I’ve explained how I’ve felt about you and vice versa, but neither one understands. I don’t know when or if I will. I’ve told you that as well.
I do hope you’ve listened to the songs I wanted you to listen to, bc I’m sticking by what I said they mean to me. And you still have me, whether you want to throw it all away or not.
I do love you Craig. I’m not afraid of name dropping. I am afraid of you finally dropping me, I’ve been afraid of that for a long time. It was inevitable in my mind, and I seem to be right for once.

(Source: ingentingg)

every time you hurt me I apologized because I felt guilty for making you feel bad
late night feelings  (via withoutexistance)

And I’m apologizing for every time I’ve ever hurt you… knowingly and unknowingly. You deserve the best, not damaged goods.
Even if that means you finally have to cut the tumor that has been growing for 3 years now, I’ll understand. But it won’t change the way I feel about you, just know that.

There are two types of waiting. There’s the the waiting you do for something you know is coming, sooner or later—like waiting for the 6:28 train, or the school bus, or a party where a certain handsome boy might be. And then there’s the waiting for something you don’t know is coming. You don’t even know what it is exactly, but you’re hoping for it. You’re imagining it and living your life for it. That’s the kind of waiting that makes a fist in your heart.
Unknown (via sexclution)

I’m still waiting on something too. Please don’t think I have it made over here bc Lord knows I dont. You know I don’t either.

(Source: wordsthat-speak)


i want to get so good at giving sly digs that you dont even realize i insulted you until like a week later when you randomly start crying while eating breakfast

You don’t need to. Your lack of communication and tumblr has made it very clear. You win. I broke your heart… yet again, and I lose my best friend, yet again. But I don’t think you’re coming back this time. So I guess I really do get to be on my own, when I deserved to be for a very long time.
I didn’t mean for an unexplained/unfamiliar connection with you, fuck we don’t even know what it means.
I’m sorry I’m falling for someone, I didn’t ask for this. And most of all, you deserved to know, I don’t want to lie to the ONE person who’s always loved/cared about me, even when we both know… I never deserved it.
I still love you, even if that means nothing to you, it does to me. So ill keep you in my thoughts and prayers, as I have been and I guess you’re off the hook, you can finally keep you’re thoughts and prayers for your friends, family, and most importantly YOU bc darlin, I’m still abundantly PROUD and utterly ECSTATIC and most of all enormously HAPPY for all of your accomplishments.
And when I say I love and miss you, you bet your sweet ass I MEAN EVERY WORD WHOLE HEARTEDLY.
So ill continue to love and miss you

The one who shot you.

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