simply confess

its hard to write.. i just feel so down lately.. i do a great job at faking a smile.. but deep down i am dying.. i am lost.. completely lost.. every time i say i forgot about him and i move on then he goes back and does something that attaches me to him.. why he does that.. i dont know.. i wish he could be clear with me.. i am tired of not knowing what it is especially that he means alot to me.. i can’t take it anymore

My cousin was staying with us and I was turned on when I saw her boobs while she was tying her shoes and could not stop thinking about her. Later I realized that she used to take shower before bed and every night when she and my sister returned to their room, I used to go the terrace and jump on the bedroom window lintel and lean to peep through the bathroom window. I have seen her shower, pee and even poop. I have even shagged watching her shower. I also got to see my own sister. I feel guilty at times and sometimes I feel great as if getting to see was an achievement.

Merry Christmas, everyone. May all your shit sort itself out.

T.A.

Cupid is irresponsible. I’m tired of him playing target practice with my emotions

This life is like a sort of level based game. Can’t find the way to next level and so fukin tired of the one I’m stuck on…
Wish me luck…you damn bastards

j’ai rencontrer un garçon, je ne le connais pas, mais je n’arrête pas de penser à lui <3

Ca ma fait plaisir dte voir .

H tu me plait beaucoup!

I HATE HIM!!!! HE CHEATED ON ME!!!!

Je sens que je te perds… Mais je t’aime tant mon ange…

Im a virgin and cant get laid…i dont know how to approach a lady and how to do the thing you know…i need some advice :/

I wish I knew what I wish for. I want something but I don’t know what. I’m confused about something but I don’t know what that thing is. I want to know where I’m going but I don’t know where to start. I want to know what could have been but I don’t even know what was. I want to know who I am but I can’t seem to find out how. I need a foundation yet I have no idea what that even means. I want to know what she thinks of me but I think she’s got better things to do…

Such a mess. Such a small, tiny mess in this big, huge world. But a mess nonetheless.

T.A.

T.A, would you marry me?

Maybe.

The past is the past, we can’t do anything about it, even if it likes to haunt us once in a while.