Maybe they know what I know, that the true way to a man’s heart is six inches of metal between his ribs. Sometimes four inches will do the job, but to be really sure, I like to have six.”
(Fonte: shhshespeaks)
Mistakes.
I was wrong. I gave you the satisfaction to bug me out.
BANGING THE HEAD AGAINST WHAT WALL?
I thought he’d do more, more than he actually did. I thought he cared about me. He said “I’ll do everything to come back”. Oh, you don’t say? Ahah. Fake. Why didn’t he keep tryin’? REALLY DON’T KNOW.
Oh, wait. Yes, I know. HE DIDN’T CARE, no more excuses. I completely hate him. Indeed, I’m sorry about him. He’ll be alone sooner or later and we’ll see wher he will bang his head. Will he come back? PLEASE, GO TO HELL RIGHT NOW.
(Fonte: soulskyn)
