THE SCREAM I JUST LET OUT AT NONI SCORING. 4/6 OF HIS GOALS THIS SEASON AGAINST WOLVES, THATS MY FUCKING

knowing that we’ve grown as people, and gone our separate ways, but being burdened by the knowledge that I once knew everything about them. going through life and seeing the little of things that remind me of them, and feeling that sharp feeling of nostalgia of what once was.

it reminds me that there was a time where I knew all of them, it saddens me that I no longer do. I hope they’re happy.

the orange man is on my television screen and i do not like it.

he gives me the heeby jeebies big time

UP THE CHELSSSS!!!! 💙💙💙

Ending the year on a high 💙🔝

it’s one of those days where nothing I say or do is right. I get screamed at that I don’t listen to what they’re saying. but when was the last time they stopped raising their voices every time I opened my mouth to talk? when was the last time they acknowledged what I was saying, actually listened to what I was saying.

sometimes I think they’re too busy trying to argue with me, and tear me apart at the seams, rather than actually hear what I have to say.

I have so much to say.

grief is an old friend, worming its way into my heart and wrapping its tendrils around my ribcage. sometimes it is a comfort, to know I loved someone so dearly that the remnants of it still lingers.

sometimes it threatens to swallow me whole and weigh me down, it makes me want to scream to a higher power that it’s not fair, that they deserved more time. the answer never comes, and the silence that follows leaves me empty and hollow.

I fear this feeling might never leave, and I will be forever burdened by grief.

I see you in my dreams, maybe one day it’ll become my reality

JESSIE PLEASE COME HOME THE KIDS MISS YOU, IM NOT EVEN KIDDING PLEASE

sometimes I scare myself with the anger that lies within me. It sits dormant, waiting for the time to rise and make itself known. and when it does, it consumes me and comes out in angry heaving sobs as I gasp to scream what I’ve kept hidden underneath the surface for so long. I can’t remember the last time I was angry and shouted without crying. without the ensuing meltdown that typically follows. maybe it is never truly anger I feel, not wholly anyways. It’s tainted by other emotions, other feelings.

maybe this makes me bitter, at least I think it does to some degree. It scares me how angry I can be sometimes, how much rage I have within me. angry at the people around me, at the world, at the circumstances I am presented with, as I cling to the mere notion it has to be some sort of higher power surely testing me. for what I’m not sure, maybe I’ll never know. maybe I don’t want to.

KEIRA WALSH POTENTIALLY TO MY CLUB?!?! OH MY FUCKING GOD PLEASE

I WILL SURVIVE BUT I’LL NEVER RECOVER

THE ACHE COMES AND GOES LIKE SCARS WITH THE WEATHER

AND IM STUCK WITH THE PAINS AND PLATES OF ALL THE LOVE I STILL HAVE FOR YOU 💔💔