though you're just a call away, i don't even know if you'll pick up my call. you won't reply to my facebook messages, tweets, and texts

plus i'm playing pop-punk songs that makes me miss you more idk i just hate my very existence okay

you like thin, attractive, bad boys.

i'm fat, and i'm too nice to people it hurts to bear the fact that my very existence sucks

idk why i'm feeling this way. i just wish i could get away from all of these.

or i just wish i could stop feeling this way. and start accepting the fact that you will never fall for a guy like me

that i will never find love that i will die alone

idk man

god

i hope you are happy with him

i hope he could make you laugh, i hope you two wouldn't argue what pizza toppings you'd have, i hope he also likes the music that you listen to, i hope he doesn't hurt yuo

hay

fuck. good thing i have plurk

no one ever lurks plurk