Aren’t you…

Aren’t you, being my boyfriend and all, supposed to make me feel loved.. which you don’t. Aren’t you supposed to make me feel like I can tell you anything, whenever, where ever, even if it’s about you, without getting judged, or without being afraid you’ll yell at me… which you don’t. Aren’t you supposed to be there, whenever necessary to listen to me cry or bitch about all my problems… which you don’t.

We’ve been dating almost a year this time around.. add it all up it’s almost 4 years.. so why is it that no matter what I do, or how much I talk to you about it… I feel like I’m just an object. Just someone to talk to when your bored, someone to have sex with when your horny.. someone to yell at when your angry.

Why is it that I can’t be myself around you, and why can’t you go back to how you were when we went out the first time..i love you…. or do I just love who I’m trying to convince myself you still are..




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This is one of my goals in life. To have an amazing bookcase, going from the floor to the ceiling. “We need to make books cool again. If you go home with somebody and they don’t have books, don’t fuck them.” - John Waters

This is one of my goals in life. To have an amazing bookcase, going from the floor to the ceiling. “We need to make books cool again. If you go home with somebody and they don’t have books, don’t fuck them.” - John Waters


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This is what I call heaven. I have a sick obsession with rings, and this makes me smile. 

This is what I call heaven. I have a sick obsession with rings, and this makes me smile.