I got too drunk and let some stranger’s eloquently crafted compliment carry me away. I kissed him and now he has my number and I’m starting to sober up and I sort of regret it…

I kept myself in check this entire semester. I power drilled through everything. Good results were well earned treats. Bad results were used to fuel my motive to work harder. Be stronger. Tune out the noise. I made sure I wouldn’t be bogged down, I was going to change everything.

And today, I cracked. I contained the anxiety in my shaky fingers until I got home to sit on the kitchen floor. Slow breathing. And it felt okay until the fear began laughing at the idea that I should be over it so quickly, closed its claws around my neck.

And my dad saw everything. I let him lower the bar for me. I feel like a shitty ass child. Weak little fuck.

Until the very last day, I was doing so well this entire semester. I am very sorry for it.

My shitty day turns into the glaring sun when he hits me up.

I used to hate his ass.

wolfbuttz:

I (◕ヮ◕)
am (◕ヮ◕)
so (◕ヮ◕)
fucking (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ
tired (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

In my dreams, I’m kissing you while slow acid-dropping music thumps softly in the background. But you don’t like girls like me.

I wish I had a smaller frame so you would. I wish I had a strong drink to carry this dismay away.

Lately
In the early mornings, I dream of kissing people that I will probably never ever kiss. These people don’t love you like you wish they did, and they give you these kisses that make you want to lay your head down on a cold hard table and bury the warm safe feeling into the the acids of your stomach to perserve. The feeling is all a mystery. And you don’t know how you deserve those kisses.

You don’t even talk to these people in real life.

So maybe you should give them back.