I will be a manager of Chipotle,
70 hours a week isn’t going to go by unseen.
I will either marry her, or will finally move on and enjoy the single life for whatever it offfers,
I will do whatever I please until I own a house, have finished college, have a car, a baby, all that jazz.
I will become professional and outstanding rich no matter what it takes,
Any girl who takes care of my wretched soul will see such a future ahead of them…
I’m just so tired of waking up 7am to 5pm every day every week every month and not doing shit after work, not seeing my friends who were always there for me.
“maybe it’s because
I chugged a bottle
of Bacardi the
night you said
or maybe it’s because
smoking cigarettes all night
was the only way
to stop the train of
thoughts running through
you’ve left and that
fuckin’ bacardi tastes
and i’m not blowing
out smoke anymore
it’s turned into
images of your hands
-“my answer when people ask why I don’t fall in love” (nh)
You know why I hate breakups? Cause I regret all of them. I’ve had some sexy, intelligent, caring, loving, loyal ex girlfriends that I fucked over or benefited, but in the end, I’d take bullet for any of you gorgeous ladies.