Pretty sure my pinky knuckle is broken. Great Life.
lolololololololololololol! God. That’s seriously enough. IDGAF.
In light of recent tragedies, I’ve decided to let things go. It takes too much energy to be so mad at someone. To keep thinking about all the bad shit they have ever done. But please, DO NOT mistake that for forgiveness or friendship. It would also take too much energy for me to pretend to like you. I have no sympathy, or empathy, or anything for you. You did what you did, and said what you said, now you get to live with the consequences and guilt.
Live goes on.
Saying goodbye this weekend will be sad, but I know that you’re not suffering anymore. I know that you were hiding a lot of your pain. I could tell the day I came to see you on the hospital and you were fighting so hard to stay awake. I just keep going back to the day you text me and told me to come look at your scans. I know we never finished the t shirts, but I know something good will come of this. R.I.P. Gone but never forgotten.
Sexyyy Babyyyy :)
Mary: Does it bother you that he can’t walk?
Cassandra: HE CAN’T WALK!
You know it’s real when your mad at ‘em but still wanna cuddle ‘em.