If I’m being honest I just wanna be drunk right now, numb all the pain, not go to school tomorrow, and not play in my game. But lets be honest to many people are counting on me to drag my sorry ass outta bed in the am, put on a happy face and pretend this weekend actually helped me, when all it did was put me back 23924092 steps. Fuck this.
I miss that old fashion love. I miss that kind of love where the boy actually ask you on a date and take you to the movies. That kind of love where the first kiss actually meant something. I miss the old fashion, “I’ll have her home at 10, sir.” I just miss seeing that old fashion love. Where did it go?
(Source: my-life-as-katee, via h0t-southern-mess)
