Passionately Pagan

I finished my homework WHILE LOGGED INTO TUMBLR!!!!!!! I should get a fucking cookie. >:D

Yes, I got my vagina pierced. No, I don’t care what you have to say about that. I wanted to get it done, so I did. Call me stupid, call me what you want. I dropped all the fucks to give earlier.

I’m done. Yeah, I know that I’ve said it before, but whatever. I really am this time. No more posts about you and the mixed signal or any shit like that. Sorry, I’m done. You don’t like me, and I need to accept that. I’m pretty sure that I do know who you like though. And if it’s who I think it is, then I’m really disappointed in you. But don’t worry brah, I’m not under your “family curse” anymore. Laters. ;D

You called me because you found out I was thinking about cutting again, but during that conversation you made me hurt more than anyone else had in awhile. You reminded me of your new girlfriend. You reminded me that we were no longer together. You even talked about the time you proposed to me. I, obvioulsy, started crying again. You wondered why I was so upset. I love you, and that kills me. I gave you pretty much my EVERYTHING. My first kiss, to my virginity. You have almost all of it. Now, you still have my broken heart. I was crying for 5 hours last night. Two before you called, and then 3 while we talked. You mentioned that you might leave her and go back to me. Honestly, I’m not sure if I want that. I carved your name into my legs. “The scars of your love remind me of us…” are literal lyrics for me. I don’t want to add any more because of you. I can’t seem to let you go though. I really don’t know what to do. I just need to keep the razor down and think.

Ha, hi. How my day always starts, checking my phone, seeing if there’s a text from you. Nope? It’s okay. Now I get to wonder when I’ll see you next. Then I see you. I can’t help but smile. I can’t help but wondering if you’re reading this now. I can’t help wondering if you think that I’m a creep. I’m sorry, but it’s how I am. Do you know that I still feel for you? Do you really care? I know that I’m not the only one, but whatever. I’ll deal with it.