My mind is alive. Alive.

I don't need you.

0transfat:

So why can’t I get rid of you? Becoming your friend again has been some huge mistake. This is all some huge mistake. And for one time in my life, I am not putting the blame on myself. I opened up to you, told you secrets that meant something to me. Over the past few weeks, however, it seems like you aren’t the same person I told those secrets to. You seem empty and normal and mean. What you said to me was rude. How you made me feel was wrong. I know I don’t act quite the same in front of other people, and I never expected you to either, but did you have to single me out? They are my friends. It was my idea to see a movie. I never had to bring you along. What happened to our midnight walks and the coffee in the mornings and the conversations that meant something? Was that just some sort of sick phase to real me in and convince me that you were actually worth talking to? I want to know. I want to ask you: what happened? But I get this feeling you wouldn’t understand it anymore. Maybe it’s me. Maybe I went wrong. Maybe I’m the one changing, and I’m just pinning me losing control of who I am on other people. Whatever.

You’re a surface person. You are boring. You never give me the chance to tell you how I feel. You made me like you. You made me. You, it’s all your fault. Just give me till tonight, and I’m going to delete your stupid phone number and your stupid text messages and your stupid facebook. And then finally you.

Can you not delete me please? I want to be your friend, but I honestly haven’t had the opportunity in a while to hang out with you. I’m sorry. I’m glad I saw this before you delete me. Lets get coffee tomorrow?

posted on 02.08.09

A man's beard grows fastest when he anticipates sex.

fuckyeahfacts:

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submitted by: sourient

 Lol, I’ve been trying to grow a beard

posted on 27.07.09