Where the fuck is it?

there is a body out there that was perfectly designed to fit with mine*


noone owes me anything. no empathy or truth, little trinkets or kind words. at the end of the day im just a boy. and i know that. im okay with that.

If I die before you I hope they bury you alive with me. In my head that is how I love you.

I never did understand why people ask you for love advice, but I think this one is one of your areas of expertise. None of my friends will pick up the fucking phones and my girlfriend of 6 months who I love with all of my heart just broke my heart into a million pieces. All I can do is cry. Any suggestions on moving on?
answered by peter on Jun 11 2006 12:17AM :
take some time and just surround yourself with people who care about you for you. watch the movie breakup- its pretty hilarious. find the one record that will get you through this and then when you are over it put the record away and dont listen to it again. thats my style- and look at how perfectly ive turned out- haha.

at the end of it the only thing that we are promised in life is a hole in the ground. sometimes it gets you through the rough patches just to think that you could change someone

you can learn to love anything if its around enough.

that i just want to stay up late and wake up early to talk to you.
that i want to show you all of my jealousy and insecurity and have you not care.
youre like a light switch and i just want to turn you on and watch them all shrink away.
the words come out of my fingertips on impulse. it is instinct.
my head cant keep up.
i envy the comatose. i admire the bedridden.
i am addicted to the way i feel when i think of you.

and i want to be myself again looking at my reflection in your eyes from the first time i failed you. i am nostalgic for disaster. i want it back.

regardless of what stars i end up under- for the best and for the worst- you have made me who i am. and i try to make myself more decent and better only because of you.

just as easily as you run away from your problems, you can run home to them.


these are all quotes from pete wentz's journals from past years. didn't know what else to do tonight. Some parts made me feel like i did two years ago, but in a comforting way. Some parts I understood, and I hadn't before. Some parts I can relate to so much better. Anyway, I think this was a good night. Praying for the girl I hung out with earlier in it. No deserves what happened to her years ago. It's one of those things you can't really accept, because that's how people end up dying. Feel like writing again like the old days. Because of these words he's wrote. But he's changed (and it fucking kills me. I almost miss it more than u). And so have I. At least I'd like to think. I won't be conceited ever. That's a goal more than a truth. Oh, and by the way it's sad that I have to hate him, just because he's with you. This is all random thoughts if you haven't gotten that by now. But back to that last one for one second, you will never be in the same place as me again. Unless you want to fuck or get married or die. I don't want you with anything else. But moving on, I'm past the days of writing words that I hope will end up in your mind late at night when all you want is sleep. I've started feeling a little like the old me lately though. I have a couple of people who I believe are really there and deff. care. But I can't stand people not getting back to me. I can't stand hanging out with someone and them enjoying it so much and being able to have fun and have serious conversations; but then not fucking hearing from them. "we should hang out" Then why dont you pick up your fucking phone once in a while and do something about it. Hate that everytime I think I might like a girl, she ends up with someone before I can figure it out. I miss the girl who was my best friend at the end of last summer. She hasn't talked to me in months. But I still try a lot. Makes me believe there is a such thing as being too hopeful. Anyway, this is getting long. Time for sleep. Hope tomorrow is a good day. I love you, but only as much as you show me that you love me. Cause otherwise, I just might get hurt. Good night. Peace.
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mayb ill continue 2mrw night

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