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.
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
I haven’t ate anything over 200 calories in four days.