I have no idea what I’m doing with my life. I feel stuck and so sad, all the time.
I push the people that I care the most about away, in fear that I’ll just get hurt all over again.
I hate feeling empty. As much as I say I’m fine with being alone, I’m not. I miss having a best friend who I tell everything to. I miss having that ONE person that I can bitch to for hours upon end, and they understand my frustration and where I’m coming from, even if they don’t REALLY know. I miss trading song recommendations that secretly pinpoint exactly how I feel in that moment. I miss feeling beautiful every second of every day. I miss being in love. I miss having butterflies. I miss him. I don’t want a carbon copy. I want the original.
But I’ll never have him, not in the way I want or need.
So I’ll just pretend I hate his fucking guts and convince myself that that is how I really feel, because nothing will ever be the same as it used to be.
I have never felt so weak and pathetic.
Can I have a whaaaamburger with a side of French cries now?
Asked by helloiwannabeawarhol
It really was. I wish I had the means to go to the Tucson show tomorrow!