January 2012
169 posts
so much for friends.
December 2011
128 posts
So this is the end of the story. Everything we had, everything we did, is buried in dust. And this dust is all that’s left of us.
It’s lonely at night when there’s no one to talk to, no one to save you from your own thoughts.
Well thanks, thanks for waiting this long to show yourself.
Its always the people who say they’re different that turn out exactly the same.
teachmehowt0dance replied to your post: I can’t even fucking walk into chipotle anymore…
i know exactly how this feels.
Yeahh, fucking sucks. I really like burritos….
I can’t even fucking walk into chipotle anymore without thinking about it. thanks asshole.
