//i dont understand how there are people so rich that they can afford 15 million dollar houses yet i have to worry about stalling out on the side of the road because i dont have any money to buy gas
She nods, really that’s all she could do at the moment, seeing that she was afraid if she opened her mouth a whole new wave of sobs would escape. This was an almost exhausting effort or was it that she was tired beforehand? Either way a hand wipes away the tears before making the motion to curl up against him.
“You should… you should really get some sleep," he suggests, wiping her cheek with his finger in a similar fashion to her. "It’s been hell. I know you’re tired. We can talk in the morning."
//the visual arts teacher hasn’t been in school the last two days because of an overnight field trip and since i see him so often, ive had almost 4 hours of free time in the past few days???
so my friend and I used to it marathon grimm on the computers in the back of the room.
//that concert was made 7 times better by the fact that the tickets were free
“I know…I’m just afraid that you
that you would get yourself killed. I mean that’s how every else I cared about left me; my parents….Ches. I don’t want you leaving me too.” The few tears that did slip down her face were quickly absorbed into the pillow, if it wasn’t for the couple shakes that the tears brought on; the crying would’ve gone completely unnoticed.
“I… I really can’t control whether I get killed or not, but thats—" he cuts himself off short. No, that’s not what he’d meant to say, and now he fears that he’s brought the tears back to her eyes. "I’m not trying to get myself killed. I would never. Know that I would never leave you of my own volition—I’m doing everything I can to be here for you."
”But I do
I just have this fear that you’ll leave me. Even before all this happened don’t know what I would do without you.” No clue as to why she made that notion public with him, she sinks deeper into the comfort of the bed. Hiding her face into his shoulder, “You’re all I got.” Was then murmured.
“You’re sorta all I’ve got now too—I wouldn’t leave that for anything." Before he continues to speak, a question bubbles to mind and he stops to consider it. "Why do you… why would you think I would leave you? Do you think I just wouldn’t care enough or—because that’s not that case. You know that, right?"
A soft hum emits from her, as if she really didn’t believe that comment. “Of course I want to, I’m not going to be happy being a drunk the rest of my life.” A soft laugh, “guess I’m realizing the repercussions this may have or maybe I’m just coming to my senses now.” Pulling away from his chest to cast a glance to his face, “I don’t want to hurt you again either.”
“If it’s any consolation, I think we’re even by now." With that, he shrugs lightly as if he didn’t really find his words all that consoling. Probably because they aren’t. But at least they’ve got some merit. “It’ll be tough coming back from this but, if any one can, it’s you. Don’t worry about hurting me—worry about hurting yourself."
//i actually skip straight from halloween to christmas because i hate thanksgiving so much so like
ive been in the holiday spirit since november first, and i know that pisses people off (i rlly like christmas music ok) but now im happy that it’s socially acceptable to be excited for the holidays.
because now we can decorate the tree and bake those butter cookies and go to the mall and get our picture with santa like we’ve been doing since my sister was born (my sister is 27 by the way) and my mom can treat my like an eight year old because iM JUST REALLY EXCITED OK