baesicpsycho
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19. Single. Bisexual.
Blunt. Sweetheart.
Slightly psychotic. (in the good way)
Here to vent.
Lets be friends (:
Blunt. Sweetheart.
Slightly psychotic. (in the good way)
Here to vent.
Lets be friends (:
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G o o d M o r n i n g .
I H o p e Y o u H a v e A G r e a t D a y .
<3 (:
I H o p e Y o u H a v e A G r e a t D a y .
<3 (:
ohh, please please
please.
quit dragging my heart through themcoals.
ohh, please please please.
stop trying to fix it 'cause baby itsbroke.
quit dragging my heart through them
ohh, please please please.
stop trying to fix it 'cause baby its
wide awake.
&+ Who else can't ( s l e e p )
?
Lowkey adore phone
calls.
I'm happy
that my sister is my valentine this
year;
Because that means -no
breakup- can ruin the
[[memories.]]
Dear witty,
It's June 14, 2014. (Currently dating)
Life is good and horrible all at once.
My sister moved out again, choosing drugs ove family.
Choosing a boy and alcohol over her own daughter.
I don't understand it.
My best friend hates me.
We get in huge, nasty fights.
Spreading secrets all over twitter.
We'll never fix this.
All i have is him.
He makes me happy, he makes me laugh.
He cares about me.
He'll always love me. Always be my one thing thats good.
I check my facebook. Wait, theres a message.
It's HER. It's the ex that had all the power over him.
My heart races.
But wait. He's different now.
He's different with me. Better with me.
I calm my racing heart. And open the message.
Screen shots. Text messages.
Him. Her. Cheating.
What is going on.
Everything is shattering.
He's my one good thing.
But he isn't even good.
It's June 14, 2014. (Currently dating)
Life is good and horrible all at once.
My sister moved out again, choosing drugs ove family.
Choosing a boy and alcohol over her own daughter.
I don't understand it.
My best friend hates me.
We get in huge, nasty fights.
Spreading secrets all over twitter.
We'll never fix this.
All i have is him.
He makes me happy, he makes me laugh.
He cares about me.
He'll always love me. Always be my one thing thats good.
I check my facebook. Wait, theres a message.
It's HER. It's the ex that had all the power over him.
My heart races.
But wait. He's different now.
He's different with me. Better with me.
I calm my racing heart. And open the message.
Screen shots. Text messages.
Him. Her. Cheating.
What is going on.
Everything is shattering.
He's my one good thing.
But he isn't even good.
Dear witty,
It is April 17, 2014. (before we were dating.)
I met him last night for the first time in person.
He wanted to meet again, so we went downtown.
We walked around the park, the river, the lake, and back.
We talked about everything.
Family dynamics, our jobs, everything from our favorite weather to our favorite snack.
We walked and talked for 2 hours, no silence.
Finally we made it back to the grassy area by the cars.
I laid down. Exhausted but content.
He laid down with me. And in that second i knew it.
I didn't understand what i knew, but i knew this was something great.
He held my hand, told me i was beautiful.
We laid in the grass for some time.
When i left, it took him 20 minutes to get up the nerve to kiss me.
After that kiss, it was impossible to ever be away from him.
That day, that kiss, was the start of it all.
The start of what i believed would be the greatest love story.
It is April 17, 2014. (before we were dating.)
I met him last night for the first time in person.
He wanted to meet again, so we went downtown.
We walked around the park, the river, the lake, and back.
We talked about everything.
Family dynamics, our jobs, everything from our favorite weather to our favorite snack.
We walked and talked for 2 hours, no silence.
Finally we made it back to the grassy area by the cars.
I laid down. Exhausted but content.
He laid down with me. And in that second i knew it.
I didn't understand what i knew, but i knew this was something great.
He held my hand, told me i was beautiful.
We laid in the grass for some time.
When i left, it took him 20 minutes to get up the nerve to kiss me.
After that kiss, it was impossible to ever be away from him.
That day, that kiss, was the start of it all.
The start of what i believed would be the greatest love story.
Dear
witty.
I am 19 years old, and starting to recover from a broken heart.
I thought I was one of those lucky girls, who found love young.
You know, one of those girls who falling in love in the spring and has a summer love.
But also tho one who keeps it going for weeks after,
months, years, lifetimes.
I really believed i was going to marry him.
Everything startd so perfect.
How could it all go wrong?
so, so, wrong.
So here's to the journey of mending a broken heart.
And here's too remembering the past to figure out where it all went wrong.
I am 19 years old.
This is my story.
I am 19 years old, and starting to recover from a broken heart.
I thought I was one of those lucky girls, who found love young.
You know, one of those girls who falling in love in the spring and has a summer love.
But also tho one who keeps it going for weeks after,
months, years, lifetimes.
I really believed i was going to marry him.
Everything startd so perfect.
How could it all go wrong?
so, so, wrong.
So here's to the journey of mending a broken heart.
And here's too remembering the past to figure out where it all went wrong.
I am 19 years old.
This is my story.
New to this site, can someone tell me
what I am doing?(: