growing up is realizing that every single one of your problems is caused by you being a fucking idiot
(Source: nosdrinker)
- me: does 5 situps
- me: where are my abs
I can’t picture you in my life anymore, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want you in it. At this point though, it doesn’t matter what I want, does it? It’s not like I matter to you anymore, right? I mean, it’s not like I cared about you, or liked you, or tried. Who needs best friends, anyways? Or a relationship that’ll last forever?
Not me- no sir.
