How do you know?
How do you know that you ever really loved someone? Is it when their gone and left you in nothing but a big cloud of dust and hate that screams an epic FUCK YOU to your face? Could it be that moment just before you take advantage of the love or supposed love that you had and go flirt, converse, fuck, or even have the intentions of doing the aforementioned with someone of the opposite sex? The real question is why would you would even let yourself get to that point. If its wrong make it so, if its right then treat it as if it were the greatest thing in your life at that moment. I am fucked up in the head right now and cant tell the person I want to that I am sorry… not to take me back, not to love me again, no none of that. All I want is to not be hated by the one person who I thought I actually loved with all my heart. That shows where that went right? Fuck me man!
Lmao I had a crazy teacher named Mrs. Greene too haha. -___- I wish I coulda said some shit like that to her ass.
this never gets old!
always will reblogg this lmfaoo.
(Source: slickbackjr)
