And by everything, I literally mean everything. I notice when someone stops hitting me up like they used to. I notice when the way someone talks to me starts changing. I notice the little things that people do, and the little things they used to do. I notice when things change, and when it’s no longer the same. I notice every single little detail. I just don’t say anything.

xjasmineee:

!!!! annoying. 

I think I’ve been through enough this year to finally learn to accept that friends will leave you. I’ve lost friends who I thought I might have graduated happily with. I’ve lost friends I called my other half, I lost a whole lot of people and I’m still not happy about it. I never figured I would let go of friends, I was never that person. I care too much and maybe that’s how I will always be. 

But.

I’m so over the people who keep screwing me over. This year I’ve faced personal conflict and knowing me, I blamed everything on myself. “Am I really that bad of a friend?” A constant reminder, a constant flaw. I will be okay in the end, everyone gets better. And hell, if you want to leave. Go ahead. I can’t stall my life because I’m waiting for us to be like how we were. 

“It’s been a year and a few months, I still have high hopes in us.”

He never says these kinds of things, but when he does….

<3

That is all.

ohsnapitsjackie:

I’m so ready for this summer, you don’t even know. My mind’s been set on “summer” mode for the longest time now. Let’s just get these next 2 weeks over with..

Not making burps outrageous or annoyingly loud doesn’t make me girly, I just happen to have some manners.

Some people just ask for drama.

One moment: “I just hate all this drama shit, people need to grow up.”

Next moment: “THAT GIRL IS SUCH A SLUT, GUYS ONLY LIKE HER CAUSE SHE’S FAKE. GIRLS LIKE THAT NEED TO BE LIKE ME. BLAHBLAHBLAH.”

Day 2: What exactly would you do if you saw your favourite celebrity:

I would just stare and try to keep my voice neutral ‘cause I’m going to make a conversation happen. When Usher leaves, I’ll fall to the floor and cry, laugh and take a picture of him leaving ‘cause I probably would forget to take a picture with him when I’m with him.