Posts tagged: personal
Hey Nicole you, why are you in my bed when you want nothing to do with me one day and then hella dig me the next, make up your mind, quit fucking with mine.
Going to see you tonight was a mistake, I don’t know why I went, everything about you pisses me off so fucking much.
#personal #ass #booty (Taken with Instagram at Zing Recording Studios)
oh my god
:(
Im just as sad as both of you, i didnt think it was possible, im a little heartbroken over this…
I don’t know why you had to bail
I don’t know why Rachel, Mom, and I weren’t good enough
I don’t know why you couldn’t stick around for more than 2 years of my life
I don’t know why i fucking care about you
I don’t know why i cry about you
You aren’t my fucking father, your just the person who impregnated my mom.
Fuck you, congrats on making a child who will actually be there for his kids, and love his family unconditionally.
You might not have been there for me as a role model
But you sure did show me exactly who I never want to become.
So fuck you from Reno, hope that finds you in Michigan you piece of shit.
I honestly didnt think it was possible to be this sad about an inanimate object but, hey, guess i was wrong, She was the first vehicle i owned, put the lift kit on her, bought big new tires for her, Honestly i treated my jeep better than a lot of real life people… Theres a two inch deep dent in the ceiling from me hitting it on bad days or just when i was really into whatever song was playing. Im seriously so fucking down about this and i dont even know what is wrong with her yet, i know it might seem ridiculous to get this worked up over a jeep, but she was mine and i loved her so fucking much and im just bummed that she might not make it :/
Anybody else this attached to their vehicle or what?
I keep having dreams about you again
I just want things to go back to how they were
I’m tired of crying over you’re poor decisions
I’m tired of being scared to wake up to find out you’re gone for good
I’m wish I didn’t have to worry about you everyday
I’m scared knowing what I’ll do if you go
I miss you so much and I love you more than anything Rachel.
Whenever I’m sad about someone I always refer to them as
Mr/Ms (insert last name here)
I’m not sure why, but I Always do.
Please unfollow me, you cause far too much shit in my life repeating my personal things I post on here.
This doesn’t apply to anyone at Everest manor, my bands mates, or close friends.
Brandie Shair is the person I’m supposed to be with, even if I doubt it sometimes.
During day and night.
You relapse and die, even though it’s not real, it hurts so fucking bad, and I’ve never been so scared of something.
If this dream comes true, I don’t know what I’ll do.
Think this is a joke if you choose, but I will kill the one who enabled you.
Is someone to tell me things are going to be ok
To calm me when I get in my moods
To put sense into my head when I’m obviously in a bad place.
Someone who understands, someone who has been there.
This is my sister Rachel, she just turned 21, she is my best friend in the entire world and I love her more than anything. My sister Rachel has been addicted to Heroin since 2007, we didn’t know until 2008, she has been in and out of rehabs since then, in and out of jail, and she has been on and off of heroin multiple times. Rachel was clean for three months up until about a month ago. She relapsed on heroin and overdosed, she violated her probation, and is now in jail once again, she will be entering a rehab as soon as she is released from jail. One of the biggest changes I’ve noticed over these past 4 years was the change in self esteem, she doesn’t seem to think anyone cares about her, but I want her to know that this is not the case at all, I want her to see how many people love her, and how many people want her to get clean this time FOR GOOD. I’m not asking for some bullshit donation, just a simple LIKE or REBLOG to show her that you care, and when she gets out jail, I’ll show her the notes. I just want the sister I grew up with back, and maybe this small thing is all she needs, maybe all she needs to help her get back to sobriety is to see that people DO CARE.
Late at night I always think about the negatives
Situations where I fucked up,
And just where I was in the wrong in general.
I get so caught up and dwell on little things and they just eat at me, I can’t get over the things I’ve done thaT have hurt someone else that I cared about.
Sometimes I really hate the person I’ve become.
Pulling my fucking hair out, stressed over YOUR choices, but if I intervened sooner, maybe you’d be ok. Maybe you would still be the person I grew up with, not the fucking shell that you are now.
