I haven’t been happy for quite some time. So nothing you do can faze me.
(Source: -burninginyourheart, via clurrrrrrr)
Why the hell can I hear a thump when I look at the picture? And no thump when I look away? OHMY.
That thump! omg.
A letter to your parents.
Dear Parents,
I’m writing to my biological parents, so this doesn’t include my step parents. But anyhow.
Mom-I dont know if I’ll ever forgive you for doing what you did. I was so little, and young. And you should have watched over me and cared for my well being. I don’t blame you for everything that happened. I really don’t. I just wish that sometimes you would try to make up for the things that were your fault. The things that you had absolute power over. I love you, and I always will. But you’re my friend Mom. Thats it. Dad- I dont even know what to say to you. Growing up I’ve always felt that things were more important than me. I don’t think you know one single GOOD thing about me. I don’t think you care. Excuse me, I know you don’t care because you flat out tell me. I realized a while ago that there is someone out there who will always be number one. And thats God. I understand that and respect that. But the number two person on your list of “who matters” is her. I don’t get how you could even place her next to God. It makes no sense to me. And as long as this continues, and as long as you prove to me that she will always get her way, I will continue on with my plans of moving out next fall. I don’t know what else to say. I guess you get the brunt of the burn because you’re the only parent who knows how. But, that isn’t my fault, and I’m tired of holding back. So when I’m gone, I hope you love your son enough to tell that woman that he’s not going to show respect until he feels like he is given it. Adult or not, he is justified for that feeling. I’m already too far gone to be retrieved, but you still have time to fix the situation that he is going to be stuck it. Stick up for your children, in the end, we’re the only flesh and blood that you have. I love you never the less, but somethings got to give. Somethings got to change.
I feel so weak, like seven days.”- Mike Combs
Write a letter to someone you used to be good friends with but now you don’t talk.
Hmm, I don’t even know where to begin with you. It’s like I’m at a point of indifference. I just don’t care about you. You’re not the same person. I spent half of my life with you, and I know that you hate me now. But I really don’t care. I know I made mistakes, and I know I hurt you. I apologized over and over again. You listened, but you never accepted. I spent two years trying to find a friend to replace you, and found them, and I treat them with all the respect I have. Everyone makes mistakes, it’s ok. I made big ones though. And I can’t sit there and harp on the fact that you don’t wanna be friends. Like I said I don’t fucking care about you.
I would say all the stuff I know about you, and how stupid you look for pretending that you’re better than everyone else, when facts prove that you’re not. You used to be the most real person I knew. And you hate me now because I was “fake” back then…………. But do you look in the mirror anymore? Do you see yourself? You’re not real, you’re just like everyone else. We used to joke about how you’d win most unique in 8th grade, and now look. You’re just a clone. You transform. You’re weak. I know who you are, and I know the real you. And I would say I hate you for pretending you’re someone you’re not, but hate is a form of obsession, and I don’t fucking obsess over you, because you’re shit to me. I wish you luck in the real world. Because I’ve seen what its like, therefore I’m grateful for the mistakes I made, because they forced me to see what it’s like outside of chichester, outside of everyone you’ve ever known. I truly believe you don’t like what you see when you look in the mirror. Its a shame, because I will hand it to you, you were a beautiful person back then. And I really admired you. But oh well, shit changes. Hahaha.
Good Luck =]
