sprained ankle, swollen eye, screwed back, broken heart.

tension. its in the air, and also in the rope around my neck.

and i may be about to throw away what little we have left, but i simply can't stand here and watch you walk away in someone else's arms. forgive me.

in advance:

happyhappybirthday staceyweeszeyi & my lilbro<3.

byebyebonvoyage sambeh

why can't we be like Squall and Rinoa? why can't life be like Final Fantasy. fuck reality.

I've pretty much run out of words to say, and ways to tell you I need you, but that won't stop me from trying. God I'm pathetic.

i'll stop swearing for no reason now. putting fuck into stuff doesnt make it any more emotional than it is to start with i think.