Tired

Angela

He told me once that he had a dream when he was younger.

He was helping a girl change a light bulb.

She was stood on a chair, but he couldn’t see her face.

“What are you staring at?” She had asked.

“An angel.” He replied.

He called her Angela because she reminded him of an angel.

When we were together, he told me he had the same dream.

Only he could see her face.

And she was me.

Now I wonder...

Does he tell the new girl the same story?

Wattpad

Hey find me on wattpad at amazeballs5sos. Read my shit. Promote me if you want. Could honestly use the support. Thanks.

“i don’t even know myself”

His Music

Life gets harder when I can see what he’s listening to. It all seems to speak for him. To me. But I know that’s not what he’s intending.

Fuck the haters. Throw me down a staircase and I’ll climb back up and fuck you up bitch.

I don’t know

I don’t really understand what my life is at this point lol

I’ve never seen this before and it’s gorgeous