I want nothing to do with you, but I want you to want everything to do with me.
This is me raw.
You’re over the games, you’ve dealt with being alone and you’ve experienced love followed by heartbreak. You know what you want and that shouldn’t be your fault.
You live together and share every single part of your lives. What the absolute fuck are you supposed to do now?
You don’t want the same life you lived before. But don’t try to be too different, don’t try to make your life the complete opposite of what it was before — you’ll drive yourself crazy.
I should just write my answers on a sign draped across my body that reads: I’m moving. Just because — no job — no money — living with a stranger from craigslist — satisfied?
I will hide this crazy for a good amount of time. I will bottle up all of these emotions and they will come pouring out on a rainy day. I will be the cool one, the carefree spirit, the giver and never the taker until I force myself to break.
3. These drunken nights lead to drunken talks.