If you post a massive paragraph of hate, if you take the time, to actually sit there, and think up a list of insults, and then post it in my ask box, when i’m just living my life as i always do, sitting here eating my cereal, HOW, just HOW does that make ME the sad one? The one who ‘shouldn’t exist’? The ‘lifeless’ person?

Because i don’t understand how your life is so perfect and fulfilling if you have to hide behind an anonymous button and attempt to tell me just how much of a waste of space I am. If i’m quite honest with you, you have a lot of room to talk calling me an ‘ugly cow’, i reckon your grey face is the true meaning of ugly.

Now if their is anyone that needs to ‘sort their life out’, it’s you, oh GREAT ANONYMOUS WARRIOR

Today i forced myself to finally admit that i miss you.

I have for a while now.

See, i didn’t quite know whether it was actually you i missed, or just the warmth of feeling wanted, like you belong. Until today.

I definitely miss that ‘bed’ of yours. I miss how lazy and immature we would be together, how i literally could never act as silly around anyone but you. And that smile. It kinda haunts me now. Knowing someone else is the reason behind it.

Even the little things we used to do, ‘romantic meals’ that consisted of a couple of tesco micro meals and your mam bringing us some tea-lights to the table. I’ve never felt so relaxed and peaceful around anyone in my life.

And there was Berwick. Sure, we could have been on better terms, but those few days away were the most beautiful, memorable days i think i’ll ever experience. Looking at the sunset on the cliffs and attending the little kiddies entertainment nights a little bit tipsy for the sake of it. We only slept in that big double bed once. Cuddling up on the sofa cushions on the living room floor watching Britain’s Got Talent was just so much more appealing. It was like a little glimpse of what life living together on our own would be. We were such a good little team.

You made me feel so special. Sure, you didn’t always treat me perfectly, and there were slip-ups. But beyond those, we were perfect. And I could kick myself every time i think of how i just threw that away.
Well i guess you’re happy now, you got everything you wanted. The job, the flat, the money and the girl. I do wish you the best with everything, honestly i do. But never forget, I love you.

Anonymous asked: 'Quote' Anonymous asked: from the look's of your blog, you really need a good seeing too. hahathis ask was sent after i’d reblogged ONE picture of a sexual nature. RIGHT. I love your logic, anon. Are you taking the piss, your tumblr is full of little sketty things with no clothes on, just like yourself, you little sketty thing. Swear to god I litterally hate you, although theres not much of you to hate, but i hate your pathetic little internet life, because in the real world your NOTHING

Aw babe this is so cute. If i’m nothing, why do you insist on dedicating part of you perfect little life on hating me? It’s honestly quite adorable. Mind you, at no point have i ever claimed to have an awesome life or state that i think i’m better than anyone. I’d love to know just what ‘part of me’ your hate developed from. ‘Not much of me to hate’? My god you really are a sad little individual aren’t you? You’re really so insecure that you have to sit and type out a little anonymous paragraph as an attempt to affect my life. BY THE WAY, you’ve revealed EXACTLY who you are, your inability to understand the correct usage or ‘your’ and ‘you’re’ and the BEAUTIFUL repetitive use of the word ‘sketty’ just proves your life clearly isn’t as amazing as you put it out to be if you can’t even tell me this without hiding your identity. SUSSED. Awwww.