#ask: random

[TEXT: CEE]: it’s 2am, what the hell are you talking about[TEXT: CEE]: you know i wouldn’t do that[TEXT: CEE]: ever[TEXT: CEE]: go to the fucking sleep

[TEXT: CEE]: we’re not talking about this via text message

justin bieber ft. selena gomez - strong

5 seconds of summer - the girl who cried wolf & one direction - night changes

[TEXT: ANGRY PRETTY LITTLE THING]: that was hatchi!!!1!!!!!

  [TEXT: JOY]: it’s 2 am and i can’t sleep. i also might have got some pills to get high and this is the last time i’m getting anything from the big, bald and pierced guy, because all he’s giving me lately is shit. so it’s 2 am, i’m not high as i planned and i ran out of beer. i don’t know why i’m even texting you, you will probably delete it as soon as you will see it’s from me. i know i hurt you, i never wanted to hurt you. fuck, we should probably never make that deal. i mean, we wouldn’t be in this place if we wouldn’t do it. i love kaycee, but i still like you a lot and i won’t stop. i don’t know what i want to say, i guess i just miss you. i know you won’t talk to me now after what i did and i get it, it’s not like i deserved it. you should slap me tbh. i’m going to show up at your door when you’re back from chicago and i will let you slap me. or idk, you can even stab me in the stomach. or eyes. anywhere you want. it’s all your fault, though. you did this. you made me start liking you. you started calling me pain in the ass and i liked when you did that, i liked annoying you. you made me like you so much that night at the dance, because even with your sneakers, you were the most beautiful girl out of every other that was there and that’s when i also fucked up by sleeping with rose. i don’t even remember much of it nor why i did that. i guess probably because i realized i start liking you not as a friend and i’d hate the thought of having you around just as a friend. i guess i panicked. but it doesn’t matter anymore, because i’m back with cee and i’d be lucky enough to even keep you as my friend. but i would still hate that. so yeah.. i guess that’s it. i miss you. i don’t really know what to say anymore, i’m not good with feelings. or wording them. goodnight.

[TEXT: JOY]: i still like you[TEXT: JOY]: and i’m really sorry, i didn’t want to hurt you[TEXT: JOY]: but you should find someone in chicago or wherever and they’ll be much better than i would ever be[TEXT: JOY]: maybe this guy from your instagram[TEXT: JOY]: you deserve someone better and as long as you’d be better with them, i’m fine with it