I live it up, dream big, love deep, and apologize a lot.
Camilla. 20. Chicago (home) and North Carolina (school). Queer as in ask me, don't assume. DTS. I have myriads of dreams. Let's get fucked up and die; we can be proper mates.
Hahahahaa, do you even remember the texts you sent me last night?!
Hahahahaa, and you woke up almost naked with just your underwear on?
You can’t have your cake and eat it too. Or rather, you just can’t have me anymore…
It’s like after 9 years…I don’t matter…jesus.
Let’s see if I get any sleep yay!
Goddamn, just reading what you want to do instead of be with me…FUCK. It hurts.
Endless night. Endless fucking night.
Happy birthday, Rachel. I miss you.
They say save your love letters…but you can bet I won’t be able to read them for a really long time.
The first night completely alone. Fucking cheers Rachel, I need you more than ever right now.
I am going to treat myself to a lovely, long shower, many shaves, and make-up and looking awesome.
Even though I want to feel numb inside, I can’t. I knew this day was coming and promised myself I’d allow myself 3 days to rant and rave and then…enough.
