We've had our ups and downs but we've grown closer because of it. She's my other half and I don't think I could survive without her. She's smart, funny, stubborn, interesting, sexy, naughty and oh so fucking cute. I've been going out with the girl of my dreams for almost a whole year. I'm one lucky motherfuck.

I'm stuck in this fucking Purgatory. Give me a solid answer for Christs sake. I can't deal with this shit for much longer.

Saturday afternoon. Still hungover as fuck. Lets drink.

Quit fucking flirting.

I try make you feel loved and you throw it back in my face.

It makes me happy to know you're struggling at the moment. You deserve every hard time life throws at you.

I'll tell you why.

Because for the first time in years I've actually liked the people I hang out with. You're allowed to have friends, but I'm not? Whatever.

It's nice to know that you're going out of your way to make me feel miserable.

She said: "I'm not standing by, to watch you slowly die
So watch me walking, out the door, out the door, out the door"
She said, "Shove it, Jack, I'm walking out the fucking door"