Chris Palko has a beard, A BEARD.
I’m so happy.
Oh my gosh the vulgar sexy things I think about you I am ashamed of myself.
It’s not my place to tell anyone who they should, or shouldn’t be with. I just want to see my friends end up happy.
But watching the miserable, train wreck of a relationship, trying so deperately hard to cling onto the constant crying and arguing, all the pretending that is so frustratingly obvious.. it’s hard. Break up! There’s someone out there for you who won’t break your trust. People who you’ll argue with every month or two and not every day, respect you, and not close you off or distance you from you friends. There’s people who will make you feel mentally well, instead of making up problems you have to make you equally as fucked up as them. You don’t have to pretend anymore. Maybe you did this too young, maybe too quickly, maybe you think you need them. You don’t! You won’t have to boast about things you did in bed anymore to make us believe things are great. We know how bad they are.
Have enough respect for yourself and the other person to walk away.
I’ve managed to say only some of this in person and to express it here may seem selfish. But there’s nothing selfish about knowing how happy someone could be, or remembering how happy they were, and wanting that for them.
For gods sake dear friends, you can do better than your sad little act. I had a miserable relationship too once, and the misery is addictive. So much so that it fucks up future relationships for you.
I couldn’t recognise the love, the trust, the faithfulness, the servitude, the happiness and the good times when I fucking had it, moved in with it. I forgot normality, forgot what happy is.
I put this down to watching my mum have destructive relationships, then being in them myself. Of course I couldn’t stay happy! You haven’t cheated on me yet!!!
I put some of it down to my beautiful depression. I was USED to being sad. It’s time for us all to RECOGNISE our depression, instead of LIVING our depression.
Don’t just accept that things are shit, make them fucking BETTER.
Hangover chat over, I am off to try and speak to the man I pushed away, and miss horribly. There’s a thousand things he did for me that I never thanked him for, maybe he’ll let me start now.
if your boyfriend pauses call of duty to text you back, dump him because he plays shitty games
which character do you think of when you hear,”a total asshole but very hot as well”
I just want you baaaaaaaaaack