Too little too late.

How ironic. The stuff I ordered for us just arrived today, when I'd been waiting for it for 2 weeks. What a day to receive it. What a day.


Yup, this post was meant for you to see.

Mr. Mayer never fails to articulate my thoughts

The saddest kind of sad is the sad that tries not to be sad. You know, when Sad tries to bite its lip and not cry and smile and go, “No, I’m happy for you”? That’s when it’s really sad.

Too many tears have fallen in your name

I've been here for 24 nights. How many of those nights have I spent crying?
Uncountable.







I really wish someone would just stab me in the chest; claw my eye out; set me on fire or anything of the sort. I would rather any of that, than to go through one more night of this torture. So, please. Anyone? Hear my cry.

I could have loved you for an eternity

After all the "That's it's", "Have a good life's", "Goodbye's", and "Farewells", I still found myself writing down the cures for his bacne when I was browsing through a magazine.





Ohhh, pathetic. Somebody please slap me.

I don't express myself well.

I thought I could write out a post about how I felt, so maybe I would feel better after ranting. But I just couldn't.


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that's how I feel now. fucked up.

I thought I was the only one to think this, but apparently not.

was talking to a friend the other day and,

"we are in PERTH and we are fucking bored and in turn MIGHT BE MORE NEEDY THAN WE NORMALLY ARE"

-- amen to that, thank you very much. you just took the words right out of my mouth.

NOBODY CARES THAT WE HAVE NO FUCKING THING TO DO IN PERTH.

this song was written for me.

It's been a while since the two of us talked
About a week since the day that you walked
Knowing things would never be the same
With your empty heart and mine full of pain

So explain to me, How it came to this
Let's take it back to the night that we kissed
It was Dublin city on a Friday night
With vodkas and coke, I was gettin into somethin tonight

We were sitting with our backs against the world
Saying things that we thought but never heard
Who would have thought it would end up like this?

But everything we talked about is gone
And the only chance we have of moving on
Was trying to take it back before it all went wrong

Before the worst
Before we met
Before our hearts decided it's time to love again
Before today
Before too long
Let's try and take it back before it all went wrong

There was a time that we'd stay up all night
Best friends, yeah, talking til the daylight
Took the joys alongside the pain
With not much to lose but so much to gain

Are you hearing me? Cause I don't wanna miss
That you would drift on memory bliss
It was Grafton Street, on a rainy night
I was down on one knee and you were mine for life

We were thinking we would never be apart
With your name tattooed across my heart
Who would have thought it would end up like this?