we will make it i swear.

I miss you. There I said it. Or I wish I could. But I don’t have the guts to say it to you. I kind of keep hoping one day soon you’ll say something to me. We pass each other but no words , not even a glance and it kills me inside. I know I fucked up. I no i did. I know I hurt you. But that doesn’t mean I don’t hurt too. I miss being friends. I miss who you used to be. You’ve turned into a person who i don’t even recognize. I realized that I was the one only making the effort and one day I just had enough and gave up on you. For the first time since meeting you and going through hell and back with you with all our problems, I came to the point where I realized that you didn’t care anymore and I just had to let go and stop trying so hard. I hate that I try to ignore you and pretend like I don’t care. But I’m up at stupid hours of the morning and it’s all I can think about. It’s always going to be there… Me and you. I just want my friend back :(

robertoluongo:

in grade 8 i did a power point presentation on “whooping cough” and my opening slide was a photo of whoopi goldberg coughing and i was the only person who laughed at it and i couldnt start the presentation for like five minutes because i was laughing too hard at my own joke

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justinibiebers:

stuff you ask your mom:

• mom where’s my towel
• mom what do we eat for dinner
• mom what’s time is it
• mom where’s my phone
• mom when do you come back
• mom whats day is it

stuff you ask your dad

• dad where is mom

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