There are these songs that I keep on my iPod that I only keep there because they used to mean something to me. They used to make me feel something, and I just can't bring myself to delete. But sometimes if I stay awake long enough, and the right song hits my shuffled playlist, it hurts. I just lie there, listening to these sappy old songs that leave me devastated and devoid of hope. How do they do that to me? It's just music. I thought I was past this. I thought I was stronger now

i'm back

i have so many thoughts i that i feel the compulsive need to throw out somewhere but i don't think are appropriate for tumblr anymore. that aren't appropriate for anywhere anymore.

1. fuck.
2. okay breathe
3. don't miss her
4. fuck
5. missing her anyway
6. go to sleep

7.

Too Nice.

I’m getting so sick of people telling me I’m not going to get anywhere with how “nice” I am. I understand what you’re trying to tell me, that you think you’re helping me, but you’re not and it doesn’t really matter. I don’t have to be unnecessarily aggressive or a complete prick to get ahead in life. Is it so bad that I’m comfortable enough with myself to let things go, to do things for people, without making a big deal about it? If I care about someone then I am going to show it, and I’m not going to fake who I am just to seem a little bit more mysterious. And if someone doesn’t like that I’m going to be open and honest and exactly who I am, then why the fuck would I want to be with that person? I’m not a “player” and I’m not looking for anyone that wants to be played.