Sara. Boston. 23. For a tough sport hockey sure makes me cry a lot.
Maybe you would have been
Something I’d be good at
But now we’ll never know
It’s been a really good few weeks of not really thinking about your existence all that much and then someone mentions your name and then things like “would you make out with him? did you make out with him?” and I’m like hahahah well that was a nice hiatus from being infuriated that you even exist but here we go again
It’s 2 am and my parents are fighting. I just want to sleep wtf everyone needs to shut the fuck up and go to sleep.
How come the only way to know how high
you get me is to see how far I fall?
I can’t believe I spent over 2 years liking a guy who does graffiti (tags mailboxes and dumb shit like that) and is so into anarchy. I need to love myself.
too busy chasing the $ to be chasing the d these days