Forever forgetting..
The past is the past, I shall forever forgive; but never stop forgetting everything.
Hai, I'm Kaydee.
• I'm seventeen, a Junior, and a Rebel.
◦ My ♥ is taken by the love of my life.
• Vegetarian|Animal lover|Pessimist|Buddhist
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Hai, I'm Kaydee.
• I'm seventeen, a Junior, and a Rebel.
◦ My ♥ is taken by the love of my life.
• Vegetarian|Animal lover|Pessimist|Buddhist
◦ I've had my Tumblr since June 24th, 2010, Been blogging since Summer 2011
My interest : video games, mountain dew, BlackBerry's, Aussies, fashion/vintage, colors, convos, beauty, food, animals, music, quotes, lyrics, sex, friendships, military, love, seasons, alcohol, beaches, humor, and random shit.
20,000+ posts and counting.
Follow me and my 23k posts on twitter(:
Sometimes I wonder if he told me all the same things he told her. Sometimes I feel like he cared more about her then he ever will for me. And sometimes, I feel the need to compare myself just to hear him lie to me and tell me I was the better pick. Maybe my broken heart will mend itself once I learn to stop putting myself together every morning to just to fall aart every single night. Maybe when he learns to stand by my side and watch me suffer than try to convince me of shit I don’t need to hear.
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Someday.
Sometimes I wonder if he told me all the same things he told her. Sometimes I feel like he cared more about her then he ever will for me. And sometimes, I feel the need to compare myself just to hear him lie to me and tell me I was the better pick. Maybe my broken heart will mend itself once I learn to stop putting myself together every morning to just to fall aart every single night. Maybe when he learns to stand by my side and watch me suffer than try to convince me of shit I don’t need to hear.
0 notes • Tuesday, May 29, 2012 • reblog this
Someday.
