Dim eyes, Dark Skies

I have a date tomorrow and I’m so nervous ah make it stop I don’t know how to be nervous.

thelastmessagereceived:

“you should move on, i’m not going to be what you need.”

Fuck boys need to stay in 2K15. There is no room for you here.

I will have more nights like last night.
I will work on me.
I will make me happy.
I will leave all the fuck boys and basic bitches in 2k15.
I will treat myself like I deserve to be treated an demand that other do the same.
I will be strong in my actions as well as my words.
I will not get fucked over this year.
I will sort out my mental health.
I will be honest- to myself and others.
I will love myself as much as I love those I surround myself with, and more than some of the people I have been stupid enough to love in the past.
I will not be defeated.

I am hella scared
I’d like to stay in bed forever
I don’t want to go and have an adventure
I want a warm body engulfing me
I need another persons breathing drowning out eternity
I must remember that there is a Later
And it is mine and ours, whatever ours is, and for us.
But right now I really don’t want later.