I fucking miss my baby. She has worked everyday and it just makes me miss her a lot :/ I love her, and I wish she would just come home.
I don’t think I’ll ever have self confidence ever again. I’m glad you can go to work at get away from me, while I’m at work struggling not to cry. I don’t know what I did, I really don’t understand, I try so hard to be a good girlfriend, I feel like things start to go well, and I never understand why you hate me. I simply love you with all that I have.
I don’t think I’ve ever been happy around another human being. I’ve never felt so comfortable, I’ve never felt like I belonged anywhere, except here with you. Maybe that’s why it hurts so much when you tell me you could’ve been happy with someone else, it really hurts. So, next time you ask me what anyone has over me, think about those words. I’ve never told you that I had a chance to be happy with someone else, because I never was. I never will be.
Sometimes what would really just brighten up my day is a text from my baby saying, “Baby, I love you so much, and just know that how hard you try everyday is noticed. You’re so Incredible, don’t give up.”
In my eyes, love is the only thing worth fighting for, because friends leave, when you die your cars don’t follow you and no matter how much money you earn, it can’t fix what’s missing. So I’d rather have love, a blissful, mad, crazy, heart stopping love.
I’ve never been able to fully grasp myself, what it is inside me that tries to sabotage every good thing that has ever come my way. In sports, in school, jobs. I’ve only fallen in love once, and I still remember it perfectly. Two years ago, I met my soulmate. A perfect heart entwined with mine. I still have a hard time believing she exists, that this world is capable of someone so perfect, so innocent and full of love. A world consumed by hatred and filth, can create a myriad of everything good worth fighting for. I still believe in everything she’s taught me. I know I’ll love her till the day I die, and afterwards I’m certain my soul will wander to find hers once more. She’s home to me, everywhere I’ll ever need to be exists with her. I don’t need much to survive, her smile, her warmth and her heart. Having someone so special, so meaningful, is worth more than a million lifetimes.
I’ve always scoffed at that word because of how overused it is. I hear people use it and I know the definition they’re using, which really is just… not believable. To them, soulmates are those who are meant to be together, that they’re perfect and nothing can get between them. Maybe that’s not…
I’m nothing anyways
I keep calling, keep trying and all you want is someone else. If you want me, be with me.
FUCK FUCK FUCKING FUCK
