And my head feels like exploding, with all these emotions and thoughts intertwining into a mess I’ve gotten too lost and confused in that I don’t even know where I can begin to untangle the mess this has become.
I am so tired of everyone’s bullshit, no. No more chances to those who fuck up. Seriously. I am so done. Fuck you. Just, fuck you. Good job.
And maybe because I opened up to you like no other is the reason it hurts this much.
And I’m set. The main goals are clearly out there for me to see. So close, yet so far away.. I know exactly what I want, and I’m just happy to know it’ll be there when the time is right.
Tired of constantly being the bad guy when I’ve always been the opposite when in need of my help or comfort. I’m done with everyone.
I know who my true friends are, and I finally have a weight lifted off my shoulders.
I’ve thought this for years, and although I can only view you and your thoughts through a screen, I think you are the epitome of my perfect guy. Just everything about you makes me smile. Your smile, your fashion sense, your way with words; you’re well-rounded and you’re a great scholar. And good god, your taste in music just perfectly matches with mine.
And damn this sounds cheesy, but you leave me speechless.