Part of me wants to believe that his anger -every time he sees me- stems from the fact that he still likes me.
The other part of me wishes that I didn’t care.
I’d give anything to go back and either erase it all, or make it last just a little longer.
His first love will be video games Or the girl who never loved him back His favorite guitar His music It’ll be his job His weed His cigarrttes The ex who cheated on him The poster girl on his wall His family… Everything but you And you’ll fight for it to be you Until the day you realize you can’t win a race That has already been run.
It’s a bad habit.
That’s what I realized today. Some people just aren’t worth it and I just went with it, because I have a bad habit of settling.
Where I just never want to love again. Not being invited out with your friends and having him treat you coldly because of the breakup is just the shittiest feeling. I just want my shift to be over so I can cry to myself on the way home.
It’s so boring without spending money.
(Source: life-gallery, via drusy)
Beautiful and deadly wildfire off the 17 & 69.
Amy and I have been moving for 48 hrs. We’re both exhausted. It’ll be nice to get out of Flagstaff for the night.
Then, time to start a new chapter of my life. Flagstaff Summer 2012. Not quite what I was expecting, but I’ll make the best of it.
Riding dirty in a uhaul
