My friend Crystal works at her grandmas nursing home that his grandma just so happens to be at.
She asked his gma about him and his gma said he has a gf in VA.
But she said “the other kid ain’t his”
So long story short she thought I was his baby mom and Crystal corrected her and his baby mom has another kid to the guy she’s with now so either he’s back with his baby mom or she’s remembering from this past fall when he was with her and now he’s not.
I remember that she doesn’t have good memory from a stroke she had so its possible.
My friend didn’t sugar coat it she just said it in regular conversation like it wouldn’t hurt me annnnnnnnd it kinda caught me off guard cause I was prepared and expecting it but you’re never quite fully prepared for something like that.
Either way, I’m tired of feeling/hurting about it. I’m still moving on. And it is what it is.
- The Neighbourhood (via versteur)
- (via darthcaitlinnnn)
Gah. Heartache is setting in. Bummer.
Anonymous asked: p good i feel cleaner and clearer, i can remember things (i meant weed but cigs are lumped in too) but i'm definitely more of an asshole hopefully that'll wear out as i get used to it. good luck!! ^^
"I can remember things" —- thank you for that! You solved a mystery for me lol
And thanks, good luck to you too! Go w your bad self
Anonymous asked: i haven't smoked in ~3 weeks too how's it going
Oooo sorry I meant I haven’t talked to the person I bitch about in 3 weeks.
But the smoking thing, I fig if I can cut back substantially like 2 or 3 cigs a day then I won’t even really want them anymore.
Cold turkey might turn me insane in the membrane man cause I’m already halfway there.
How goes it for you tho???
It really pisses me off that you did my dad wrong.
If you would’ve just paid him the money then he would still view you as a semi-good person. I could’ve even went in on it with you since I technically used the money too.
You knew how you felt all along. You knew what you were going to do. And now you can’t comment on pictures of my dad anymore saying, “good ole Ron!” because now it feels fake. You can’t wave or shake his hand when you see him.
You are ashamed of who you are as a person and I know this because to look a good honest hard working man in his eye and admit that you were wrong would never happen. To face up to your consequences would mean bravery. And you are filled with nothing but cowardice.
That’s why you can’t talk to him.
That’s why you can’t talk to me.
That’s why you can’t text me.
That’s why you can’t call me.
That’s why you can’t like a status.
That’s why you can’t like a picture.
That’s why you can’t de-friend me.
That’s why you can’t tell me the truth.
That’s why you never told me the truth.
That’s why you don’t even want me to know you’re alive.
And that’s why I am done with you.
- Beau Taplin || The truth bomb. (via afadthatlastsforever)
So I’ve decided that if I’m ever in a scary movie situation that requires me to crawl through a small hole to escape I am royally fucked because I’m fat.
It really is survival of the fittest.
Call me selfish but I don’t want you to meet somebody that makes you forget about me.