Get the car packed and throw me the key;

I don’t need people that I haven’t spoken to in over a year trying to make threats to me. Logan knows the truth. All of it. Logan knows I messed up. Logan and I weren’t good for a long time and then I, by my own choice, apologized and decided that he’s where I want to be for the rest of forever. And then we worked on it. We’re still working on it. It’s called maturity. And moving passed the past.

I wasn't going to address, not until Gabe did. And since he did, then here I am. He wants ME. Me, me, me. Say anything you want, do your worst, I already know everything. He's mine, and I belong to him. Who's going to tear us apart? No one. Especially not an irrelevant piece of shit like you. :)

I get so confused whenever I wander around this corner of the world. The reblogs are all nice things about acceptance and forgiveness and being genuine people, but then the original posts are all nasty and full of hatred and malice and isn’t it tiring to figure out which personality you want to wear each day? Be yourself. Be real. If you’re an ass, be an ass. Don’t be fake and confusing.

Hello, have a serving of truth, I think people need it today.

I'm never leaving you. I promise. We've stayed by each other's side through a bunch of really difficult stuff, so we know we can get through anything and everything. And now, finally, it's all calmed down. A year off together. God, I'm excited. I love you.

Can you not call my boyfriend an asshole. Thanks.

Name calling and thirsting after you is all he has. I feel bad for him.

And I have Gabe memorized. I could pick him out in a sea of lookalikes.