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God, I thought this for such a long time. Nearly 2 years. 2 years. The first time I had been alone since I was 15. I had always jumped from one relationship to the next while I was still in the previous one… (I’m not proud of it.) But I decided to take my time. I left you. I regretted it. I missed you, hated you, loved you, wanted you back, wished I would never see you again. I ate, drank, starved, slept, kept busy, did nothing, cried, threw things, got angry, swore, drove like a maniac…and then one day I woke up and I was okay. Then I was been than okay. Then I was good. Then I was happy. And that’s when I met someone that put you to shame. I am, however, still sorry you’re not the same person. It’s a damn shame. I liked you better then. Now you’re a prick.
(Source: little-blackbook)



06.01.12 @ 15:03
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