March 2012
"Drink up and fuck bitches"
You’ve changed. I remember when it was never about alcohol. Now, you’re always asking me if you could play bp, you already know my answer, why ask. Now you’re telling your friend that his brother needs some alcohol and “pussy” in his life? Yeah, you weren’t like this when we first met, maybe this the real you, maybe you’ve just changed cuz of the people you hangout with. But either way, I don’t like it. I hope you have fun saturday night drinking up and fuckin bitches.
Lay me on a hospital bed.
I really want to get into an accident. To see who cared enough to come see me. To see who cared enough to cry. To see who cared enough to just know that I’m alright. To see who cared enough to stay with me all night. To see who cared enough to drop everything just for me. To see who cared enough to wait to see my eyes open again. I don’t want anything tragic to happen to me though. I just want it to be a test to see who really cares about me.
Reassure her. Do it often. Because she worries...
..she worries if you still love her. Still cared for her the way you used to. Worries if you found someone more interesting and has more to offer than her. She’s worried she might lose you. Don’t ever let her think that. Remind her she’s your everything. That she’s the only one. Do it constantly. You have no idea how much that would mean to her.
When it just...clicks.
When all of sudden, you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been flicked somewhere. And the person who was just a friend is now the only person you can’t get your mind off of.
High expectations will get you nowhere.
