and all I remember, you burned it away

look at the stars

you’re getting closer and closer but it was never anything to begin with.

If every surface you touch is cold, never go home

I was sitting next to you and all of the sudden wondered what the fuck I was doing.

I don’t know. I’m starting to think. Maybe you never felt anything for me.Maybe it was all for someone else. Are we even friends? Or am I just part of your help the helpless mission?

You no longer have a hold over me. Nothing, nothing, nothing. I won’t let you decide for me anymore, I won’t think of you anymore. I will still think of you, I can’t help that.. but as far as I’m concerned, I will not think of you first, or base anything around you. I’m alone and it’s a-oh-fucking-kay with me, because if I continued on, I would be alone anyways. Just alone and hanging on.

I will do whatever the fuck I please. If you don’t like it, you can go fuck yourself. I’m not yours if you are not mine. Deal with it.

won't you please be mine, love?

I need to stop being so angry. I don’t really have any right to be. And maybe that’s why I’m angry.

I have no rights because I am nothing to you. Oh, well I may be something, but not something that has a right to be pissed off for your double standards.

I must just remember this: I am nothing. There is nothing. Nothing is all there is.

coming down, the world turned over

I think it was funny after my realizations last night. I don’t count on you for anything anymore. I have no expectations. There is nothing there, in my mind. Or at least that’s what I need to tell myself.

That's why she thinks it's cooler if we'd just stay friends

you know what fucking pisses me off? you think it’s alright to speak to me and basically ignore me the whole time, but I know if I ever did that, you would freak out at me. I know you do if I don’t answer right away. now you know how it fucking feels

eventually it'll break your heart

you cannot make yourself happy this way. it will not work.

i wish i could write you beautiful words to fix it, but i can’t. i can’t fix anything

No Juliana next to my Evan

You would be so much happier without me.

divided, but I can't decide which side I'm on

When you talk about how annoying and needy his is, it makes me wonder if you feel the same way about me.

you know, are we actually friends? Or are we only “friends” because of your need to help everyone, which isn’t really friends at all, is it?