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When I get back into writing tunes,
I am definitely going to write a song about you.
i don’t know if i even want this anymore.
some nights.
i am home to so many mediocre feelings right now.
will write more later.
i shouldn’t need to care about all this.
and this is why i told myself not to be in a serious relationship while i’m young.
what have i got myself into?
:/
In mature love, we do not look to our partner to provide our happiness, and we don’t blame them for our unhappiness. We take responsibility for the expectations that we carry, for our own negative emotional reactions, for our own insecurities, and for our own dark moods.
Christine Meinecke, author of Everybody Marries the Wrong Person via psychotherapy (via electrichoney)
(via fuckyeahexistentialism)
three hundred and sixty-five days ago;
i wonder if you remember.
dreams, dreams, of when we had first started things;
This morning, I had a dream about spending a night with HB.
What is this world coming to.
At least I got to reminisce the few good memories of highschool when I woke up.
it’s going on three years,
and i’m still watching over you, praying that everything goes well in your life, like a guardian angel or some shit.
