August 2012
July 2012
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My best friend died almost six months ago, in a car accident.
What I miss most, was simply talking to him.
It’s weird, because I rarely miss his presence.
I mean, I’d fucking love to see him and I’d cry and be so happy, yeah.
But I feel like he is constantly with me.
I don’t know if I am going insane.
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i hate when people post things with ‘forever reblog’
like i really don’t care if you’re going to reblog that more than once
odds are i won’t fucking notice
and if i want to reblog it myself i have to delete your shitty comment
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I haven’t ate anything over 200 calories in four days.
