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I want us to make each other better. — someone you should probably hold on to (via phuckindope)
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Received a pretty nice tip tonight.
I got home after a long day at school after finishing my logic test. I don’t know if it’s the adderall, my period, the cigarets, all the diet coke, or the alcohol, but I couldn’t stop crying. All I kept doing was reading all of Gabe’s old messages, all of our pictures together, and I couldn’t stop crying, I wanted to so badly but I just couldn’t. Around 12am he texted me asking how I was doing and when I said I’d tell him if he took a walk with me, upon inquiring where, I replied where I was to which he said I could stop by his house since he was tiered. When I told him that I still needed the air and that he was welcome to stop by, he said he wasn’t ready to see me and didn’t know exactly why he’d invited me. The few exchange of words that followed were insignificant, point is I sat there crying a few more minutes until I was out of tears. I wish I could tell him that I love him, that I want him back, that I miss him every day, but I can’t. I feel like I’m not strong enough to hear “I’ve moved on,” or “I’m over you,” I mean I almost broke down into an anxiety attack when he said he wasn’t ready to see me. I want to know one day I’ll be okay, I have friends who constantly check to see that I’m doing fine, but I can only do fine for so long, on the inside I’m falling apart, every day more and more. I hope he thought of me enough to want to know how I’m doing, I hope he thinks of me every day like I think of him, I hope he still loves me and hasn’t moved on, but I know to hope all that much is unrealistic because his heart is probably half way past china, and way over me.
This should be used as a new “but that’s none of my business” meme.
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You still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want. — S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders (via thenocturnals)
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So my ex came into town today to buy Adderall, and of course I texted him that I needed some too so I went to him. I think I must’ve bought eighty dollars worth, and honestly I feel scared to run out. Everyone around here is so uptight about selling you some, as if they don’t understand what it’s like to be a student anymore, they’re just cautious I guess. I was on my grind getting assignments done when I get a text from Gabe, my ex, and the love of my life. The one day since we broke up that he doesn’t cross my mind and he texts me! Really bro? I had to try so hard to block him from my thoughts… Idk if he texted me cuz he really needed to know if I was still using his Netflix account or if that was just a lame excuse to text me after a month of neither of us texting. He didn’t explain why he wanted to know and I didn’t ask, I thought it best to seem indifferent. Life was simpler before he came along but I have to thank him because once he broke up with me, I became this kind of super woman. I work full time, been making As, paying off credit cards, starting investment accounts for retirement, no sleep but it’s all good. I work so hard to get him off my thoughts for even a few hours a day that I don’t care what keeps me busy anymore as long as it eases the pain. I still miss him though… I miss him a lot :/
What a beautiful study that I can finally catch up on :)
Ohh, the life…. some Addys, diet coke, and some books and I was set for midterms.
Who is selling adderal? Please reblog or message me!
This is a serious inquiry
Lol but for reals though
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