I'm a 24 year old smart ass with quick wit & a sharp tongue. I love music, baseball, reading, disney, lush, & being a jack ass.
Expect lots of posts about Tampa Bay Rays, Brand New, The Wonder Years, all kinds of Pop Punk in general, Andrew McMahon, The Swellers, Donnie Darko, Fight Club, How I Met Your Mother, Disney, Lush, and other random shit I enjoy.
I don’t understand why you are all I think about still. Why you are all I want still. You haven’t even said a word to me in over a week. That is the longest we have ever gone in 4 years without talking to each other. It makes me sick not hearing from you. I know I said a lot of stupid shit but I was hurt and upset about the things I found out. Today should be an exciting day for me. I’m alive. An exact year to the day that we weren’t sure if I’d live through surgery and I’m alive but I’m not happy. All I can think about is how much I wish the last year wouldn’t have happened and how that a year ago I didn’t think I would be here in this spot today. I know you have her and she isn’t sick and she isn’t me and she’s probably better for you than I am but I don’t care. You are all I want in this world. You helped me through everything. I lived because of you. You don’t even care though.