You lied to me AGAIN. You said you weren’t talking to any guys. GUESS WHAT. I know now. I had to find out ON MY OWN. You said “Oh, it was really only 6 or 7 guys… the rest girls.” GUESS WHAT? I counted, and there were 26 fucking guys.
And then? Oh, you said “I never gave any of them my phone number or where i live!” REALLY?! You gave several of them your fucking phone number. Oh, and you even told a few where you live.
It’s one bullshit lie after another. Jesus. and you say you love me? how could you do this to me? After all we’ve been through? Guess it doesnt matter to you, how I’m so easy to ditch.
That guy you were gonna meet up with in Boston? Bet you would’ve said you were going to Boston with kelly or Irene. BAHAHAH
I know now. You can’t be trusted. And I never will again.
Uh huh. You have a nice life too.
(Source: ourheartsarestrongerthanweknow, via kiss-me-for-a-quarter)
Especially the truth.
Or they turn out to not be who I think they are
You’re still on my fucking mind. I still worry about you even though I don’t want to. I get sick to my stomach with worry, and I don’t want to. Ill never trust you again. And it sucks. Because even after all of this insane bullshit, I still fucking love you. Wanna know something? I finally understand that “numb feeling” that you got. I planned my suicide ahead of time if I ever try to commit. So looks like you win. I miss you. I wanted to call you all day and make sure you were ok. But I didn’t want to at the same time, because I would probably find out something that I would hate you for doing. Holy fucking shit why do I still love you. I hate this feeling. I just want to go to rekall and just make new, lonely memories.
(Source: louque, via constantbearhugs)
‘Call Me Maybe,’ in Proper English
Pinkie D. Pie by ~Chowdown
(Source: sweetcarolina, via kiss-me-for-a-quarter)