How can you live with yourself?

Time to stop picking at the scab. I can never heal if I keep reopening the wound.

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Your grammar is atrocious.

Apparently my tumblr is a blog dedicated to Cory. I need something new to happen to me

I hate finding things out about you that you hid from me. You’re a fucking asshole.

I leave town and you throw yourself at my boyfriend. Fuck all of you. We were friends.

There you go again.. ripping away at what little heart I have left. You leave me struggling to breathe and grasping for something to patch this hole. At least be humane and finish the deed. But you know my weaknesses and you must be having too much fun watching me struggle to let me go. One look into those blue eyes or one soft, sweet word rolling off your tongue and I’m butter. I’m blind to the layers of shit I have to pass through to make it back to you. Next thing I know, I’m right back to that place. Back to scouting the social media websites for what lie I can catch you in today, and competing for your affections. I’m knowingly trying to ruin my life, or so it would seem.

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