Birthday Cake may not be the most appropriate song to blast in the car with my mom… ;) #cakecakecakecakecakecakecakecakecake #ifeeldirty
Here it is. Simple. Life is about messing up and making sure you don’t make that mistake again. Its all about thinking what to do next, and hesitating on wether you should or should not do something. Its not about flying through easy, or having everything handed to you. As if Overcoming obsticals are the one true way of feeling accomplished. Because at the specific moment when you feel alive, when you feel untouchable, its when you know you’ve lived life to the fullest and nothing you have done in the past matters anymore.
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| — | Donald Ross (via mybaadforpartying) |
The Good Times
It was late at night & we decided to head to bed. We walked into our room and you turned on the T.V.
We got into bed and I turned my body so I was facing you. We chatted for a while. Talking about random things as we waited to fall asleep.
I remember I put my hand on your chest. You wrapped your legs around mine and I scooted closer to you.
Just laying next to you was the best feeling in the world. Just knowing you were right next to me was just so comforting. It reminded me that this was real and that I’m not just dreaming it.
I began to rub your chest. You turned so your body was facing me and took your arm and wrapped it around me. I layed there and smiled as you dozed off, listening to the faint voices coming from the T.V.
I listened to every breath you took, when you stirred, I’d rub your back or hold your hand. Sometimes you’d start twitching and your brow would furrow. You would sometimes mumble in your sleep. Time passed and before I knew it, I was asleep too…
I really miss this… I really miss you. I miss us. I miss falling asleep next to you.
I know its selfish of me to just want you here with me, especially since you’ve always came to live with me and I haven’t moved down there for you. I just feel like when you’re up here things are better. We are better.
I know I have been acting ridicoulsly shitty since you left. I can’t tell you why I have done that because I don’t even know why I have done it myself. I just miss the good times. It hurts to come home every day to an empty home. Or to spend the day completely alone.
I miss sitting on the couch with you. I miss talking to you, face to face. I miss you tickling me. I miss our pillow fights in bed. I miss running errands with you. I miss driving in the car with you.
I’m trying to work out my issues, I don’t want to take out my stress and frustrations on you. I don’t want to lose you.
I love you.
I’m Sorry
For
For the any hurtful comments I have made.
For leaving you hanging.
For ignoring your calls.
For losing my patience, on you.
For not telling the truth.
For acting childish.
For everything I have done wrong.
I am sorry.
I love everybody. Some I love to be around, some I love to avoid, and others I would love to punch in the face.
