i hate you cause you broke me. i hate you even more because you made me allow myself to be broken. im broken and i dont know how to pick up the pieces and its frustrating and i hate it and i hate you. i hate that you didnt so much as shatter, you didnt crack, you didnt splinter, didnt chip. i hate that you’re whole and i want you to be broken. most of all i want to not give a single fuck how whole you are, i want to know how to fix myself. fuck you for doing this to me and fuck me for allowing myself to break. fuck me for still being caught up on this 2 1/2 months later. fuck.
Still learning how to cat. It’s a slow process.
I saw this post in Facebook with the caption “apparently Mac supports windows” and I cried
i spend 3/4 of my time calling my boyfriend gay
greetings, friend, i am an adult male in a homosexual relationship.
One of my favorite Winchester lies.