My afternoon. :)
Not only do I like your blog (haha I found it) but I also am OBSESSED with you secretly. Ok here we go.. I got this idea from a Tumblr spam I got once lol.. I think you like me too and you were always too shy to admit it :3 go to crushmatches(dòt)com (wtf it wont let me link regular) and make an account there. Then look up the profile 'gottagetme19' (me obviously) I left body pictures.. if you can guess who I am hit me up and we'll hang soon. You need a C C but its free
AnonymousScam spam.
Matthew Galvin
I wish I had someone to tell everything to right now. He used to be that person, through the worst and through the longest hiatus, who would always be there with logical advice. I miss our random conversations that would inevitably end in sarcasm and insults, just to be friends again two weeks later. I miss having him to confide in. He was the only person I was ever 100% honest with, because we knew every dirty little secret about eachother. We knew each-other through and through.
Sometimes I still look at his Facebook. He only has one picture, I hate that I don’t have any of us anymore. There’s a video and hearing his voice is surreal. It brings tears to my eyes to read the posts of people who want to tell him they miss him—why do they think Facebook is appropriate? I’m not any better, I suppose. I just feel like they’re doing it as a call for attention, and I wish he was here to talk about it with, because he’d agree and mock them with me.
I wish he was here to laugh about how ironic it is that the smartest person I know died doing something retarded. He’s the only one who would feel the exact same way as I do, and would make this ok. And he’s the only one I need to talk to right now, because I hate my situation. He would just laugh at me, tell me, “It’s going to be alright, kiddo,” and calm me down.
