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When lonely you can gorge yourself on junk food and chocolate. You can use up allthe tissue in the house crying but
I’m cuddling up to a giant Teddy bear my ex gave me. I broke up with him for the guy I’m with now. And I’m worried. What if I made a mistake? What if I chose the wrong guy?
I’m lying here, next to the Teddy bear and wearing my boyfriends Misfits t-shirt and typing this. Not knowing what to or how to handle this. That is the worst part. I feel like I’ve found my soulmate and here he is being an asshole….. I’m typing to no one because no one is going to read this or reply.
Laying with a Teddy bear with my head on it’s chest isn’t going to help. Is it? It’s just going to miss them even more. So is having it in my bed. So why do I torture myself? Why?
The bear isn’t going to make things better it’s not going to hold me close, kiss my head and say that all will be right with the world tomorrow. It will just lie there. The only reason it is warm is because my head was upon it. Wondering.

So when lonely, you could gorge yourself on junk food and chocolate. You can use up all the tissue in the house crying but I’m cuddling up to a giant Teddy bear my ex gave me…

Have you ever had that moment where your like, oh my god. He’s my boyfriend……
I’m having one of those moments right now…… Like he is SO EFFING hot!!!!!
I’m excited to see how long out relationship lasts. I hope it lasts a long time. I really do…..

That feeling you get that feels a lot like vulnerability and hope. The thoughts of ‘i did this to be with you so I hope you don’t make me regret my decision…’

You hope that they are SO worth it and that they don’t turn out to be a total dickhead……

The feeling of ‘Please please please don’t be a mistake……’

Yeah. That feeling…….

I know it’s stupid and cheesy but I love love. Now that I’m not as shrewy and stuff I’m happier. Now that I have my sexy long haired musician that looks killer in wifebeaters( mens undershirts). Ya know. When I stopped looking for my perfect and expected nothing but fuckups I got my perfect. I got my cheesy chivalrous sexy long haired rocker(ish) guy. I couldn’t be happier.

Not replying? That’s being mature. I’m being MATURE by not replying. I’m done with my past and all of the BS that came with it. I have now gotten rid of everything connected to Renee. To Mollie. I’m FIXING my life. I’m getting back on track. Fully. Finally…

I hate the new insurance commercial where the dad is angry at the tv and slaps the chair then his daughter mimics him then it time travels and she gets kicked out of school and starts dating and later marries a “undesirable” . Seriously people?!?! Just because people whear alot of black and collars and leather jackets and have peircings doesn’t mean we/they should be “undesirable” that’s just effed up……..

I found a song that fits you hahahahaha

Fallout boy- thanks for the memories

It makes me laugh cause he’s like “Thanks for the memories thanks for the memories he tastes like you only SWEETER!!!!” then I could like, rubb this song in your face and say “Hey!!! Look!!!! This is what you get evil heartless bitch!!!”

~Spicy little Curses