It’s kinda late to feel bad, you already made me give him away. He was mine.
My baby. Nothing you could ever say or do will take this back.
I need some major down time. Chill days at the mountains just sitting and thinking.
Rest and Relaxation.
Why are you being so over dramatic? So what if I didn’t chill with you after homecoming? I wanted to actually enjoy then WHOLE night and not have to go home. Jesus Christ, you don’t need to “drink your feelings away” because I didn’t have the means or want to talk to you the rest of the night. It’s not that big of a deal. Chill the fuck out or dip the fuck out. This shit wont fly.
- I have commitment issues.
- I get cold really fucking quick.
- I change my style to much.
- I’m brutally honest.
- I get annoyed by people really easily
- I hate spazzes and over dramatics.
- I listen to the randomest music ever.
- I’m a thirty year old trapped in a seventeen year old’s body.
- I am never content.
congrats tumblr, you now know me.
Driving to the show:
Make it to the venue:
Start a conversation with other fans:
Realize their just as awesome as you are:
See some kid with the same shirt as you:
Over hear the band sluts:
Finally get inside the venue:
The band starts to play:
They play your favorite song:
They play a sad song:
They make some sex jokes:
They play the last song of the night:
You drive home and reflect on the awesomeness that just happened:
fuck yes .
Sum up right here.
Although some of the writing on internet sited are shittily done, I thoroughly enjoy the imagination and passion I see.
Fixed the spelling for Daryn McCoy