Mr. CantelopeMan

The difference I’d that I really did care,.. Just remember I loved you when no one else did..

You couldn’t change… Wouldn’t…not for me… In a week you’ll have broken your promise and have forgotten me. I wish the answer had been obvious. I wish things could be different. I wish I didn’t have to say goodbye but you made me

Me: why the hell you sad??
Me: because I have made a mistake…
Me: why?
Me: …because.. I’m human.. Have you ever had a good friend? One you didn’t want to lose but something or someone else forced you to and then you regretted it?
Me: yeah… Actually I just did
Me: happens to me all the time… The good friends are the ones that know who you are enough to know that you won’t change for them. The better friends are the ones that change for you knowing that and then become your best friend… Maybe something more.
Me: I miss those good friends
Me: me too… Me too

I just…don’t feel like talking anymore :/ I had wanted to but the feeling faded cause you took too long. I’m not mad just…numbed to emotion because of you. I wish my body felt numb so I wouldn’t be in so much pain :/ I’m sorry. Goodnight babe. I love you to death.

I really needed to talk to her. I need to hug her again, and this time not let go so easily

Humans, chimpanzees, and ants are the only living things that will join forces and go to war with others of their species.

The silent boy sat alone in his cold and empty heart. The soldier’s shield had toughened over time and now nothing could make it past his cold and metallic outer shell, and for a long time he felt nothing. The dying man whose doctors has given up on him finally felt a spark of life in his chest, a spark that generated enough heat to melt the soldier’s armor and send the silent boy out into the open where he tried reaching out to the people that were emotionally similar to the way he was, but even they wanted nothing to do with the darkness still residing in his heart. So they shoved him back, rejected his sorrow, and the dying man was hopeless once again. The soldier was number to any emotion. And the bit sat alone and desperate for anyone to save him from himself.

Trying to regain your trust was harder than it seemed, and somehow I got caught up in between, between my pride, and my promise, between my lies, and how the truth gets in the way.
-linkin park

I really miss you already best friend. Goodbye tho :/

I love it when we’re makin out and being really seriously in love and then our lips make a sound and she starts giggling ;)

The sun hung, lonely, behind a sea of clouds that blocked him from the earth. They drifted across the sky as a boy watched them in unison with the sun. He was so alone. He was separated from the rest of the world by his own sea of clouds, clouds that were made of his worse mistakes, deepest regrets, and all of his pain. No one wanted to talk to him, no one bothered trying to be his friend, or gave him the chance to be theirs. The deepest passion he felt was for a friend that lived do far away, it was as if they did not exist. He really needed someone to talk to, someone he could be close to. He no longer felt like he used to. He felt torn to shreds. He hated being so lonely. The clouds begin to drip as the putter of the the rain drops soothed the young boys tension. He lay his head back, slitting his hope, letting his soul bleed onto the ground around him as his last passion seeped into the dirt. He died alone.