I love her. Despite the fact that she doesn’t feel the same way and that she refuses to have anything to do with me anymore, I still do. She was my best friend, my rock. I could always go to her for comfort and reassurance when I was at my lowest points mentally and emotionally. That was before. Still, I will always see her for the amazing, beautiful, and astounding individual that she is today, the day after and for the rest of my life. I will always love her. But after tonight, I am over her. 

Recipe for disaster.

Despite all this you still have feelings for her, don’t you?


You poor fool. She will never feel the same.


~common sad black and white blog~

The further and further I get into the semester, I feel myself wanting to die more and more. And it’s only been two days.

I always end up smoking cigarettes because of some girl.

You know what, I’ve tried. I’ve tried to make the people that mean most to me happy. But it seems like I can’t get even that right. Maybe I am just useless after all.