Kso, yesterday I wanted to be all healthy and shit… So I got myself a vegetarian bento box for lunch (incl. miso soup + salad). Then, in the evening…. I was craving for McDo. Jesus… I told myself to stay away from McDonalds. But no. I needed it.
— Ralph Marston (via liberatingreality)
— Dan Millman, Way of the Peaceful Warrior (via kyokus)
you know the friendship’s real when there’s a rumour you’re gay for each other
Taylor
Katie.
Those nights when I can’t sleep… Those nights when you think you’re crazy… Yeah.
No work today :(
I haven’t painted in ages. Even the most productive things I do doesn’t take my mind off the problem. I guess it would be healthier to express it on canvas. Deep inside, I long to show him and ask him for his critique since he was a fan of my work. Ugh, I need a new heart. A heart made out of stone, or maybe bulletproof, or whatever… It literally hurts inside. I’ve been hurt before (its nothing new!), but this is fucking painful.
Is it wrong to have champorado everyday for breakfast? OMG… I feel like a kid again. I need my champorado!
Sorry buddy,
I can’t like you back. You know what I’m going through right now. I know you’re trying to help me move on, but it’s only making it worse. I just can’t. You’ve kept me company, you taught me things, bought me food, etc. I can’t move on like that. You’re gonna have to stay in the friendzone. I’m sorry.
I appreciate you texting me a lot. But you’re gonna have to understand that I don’t want anybody else. Period.
Still disoriented… The thought of you made me crash into shelves at work and books falling on my head. I can’t help it. I have a goddamn right to be upset… Even though this is beyond our control, I can’t get over it. Like, can I get a more shittier relationship with people? What did I do to deserve this? I don’t want you to leave. Seriously, I won’t give up yet. I’ll say everything that’s in my heart and mind. I know I’ve done crazy/stupid shit and never called myself “crazy/insane”. Now, here it is… I’m crazy! I’m crazy for bawling my eyes out in public, I’m crazy for thinking about you, and I’m crazy about not wanting you to leave. Being a quiet person, it’s so difficult to openly express myself properly. I know life is full of goodbyes, but I can’t accept this.
