Handball season is soon. In about a month, I have to organize tryouts. Next week, I have to start ordering the uniforms. I have to start playing soon. Most importantly, I’m thinking about one thing. You’re not with me. You’re on your own, but do you remember this one time a while ago you said to me “even though we aren’t together I’m still going to go to your handball games.” It was the one thing I kind of hoped you’d stick your word to. There are a lot of things that we’ve said that haven’t stuck. Like how we’d still talk like nothing has changed, as if we’d always stay in each other lives. But clearly, that’s not how it is right now. So I don’t know how that is going to go for us. Just know you are always welcome to the courts.
All I ever feel like is a burden towards you.
Like something that just takes up space and doesn’t even matter. That you’re forced to just be nice to me.
“Fucking” is one of those fucking words you can fucking put anyfuckingwhere in a sentence and it still makes fucking sense.
(Source: finnodairs, via meliabby)
Some girls don’t realize what they’re worth, and some guys don’t realize what they have.
(Source: jescaah, via tiffanyyjepp)
Omg. Just came home from the gym. OMG. I AM DEAD :(. LOL I wanna go again tomorrow :)
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