there’s a million different ways this day could have gone.

I should be getting ready to see my boyfriend.

I should have seen the Avengers with my mother, like she wanted.

I shouldn’t have spent all day in my bed, fighting off tears.

I shouldn’t have spent all day waiting for him to call.

If there was a way to rewrite days, I would really love to know right about now.　

(Source: justtouchedawkwardly)

you are: daenerys targaryen

you live in: winterfell

allies with: house tyrell

you marry: jorah mormont

pet: direwolf

your enemy: sandor clegane

betrayed by: littlefinger

bff: brienne of tarth

killed by: jaime lannister

(Source: fearisforthewinter)

I hope he sees me talking to Danny on Twitter. I hope he gets jealous. I fucking hope he wises the fuck up and starts realizing that he could very easily lose me.

And he’s going to. Because when I come back in the fall, I’m not going to stay with him anymore. Not after this awful year.

why do I always let this happen to me?

Don’t tell me that you want to talk and then go make other plans with other people. I’m your fucking girlfriend. I’m your fucking long distance girlfriend. Making time to talk is the fucking key to keeping our relationship strong. But you never have time to talk or when you do, you’re fucking baked and “our conversations are enjoyable” when you’re high. That fucking makes me feel like shit. Why are we even together if you don’t enjoy talking to me? Why are we still trapped in this endless cycle of break up and make ups if you don’t enjoy being around me or talking to me?

Whenever you say you want to talk and then go off with your friends, it just makes me feel worthless. Like I’m not even worth a passing thought. I haven’t talked to you, sober you, in over two weeks and I miss it. Because that’s the Oliver I love. Not the one who gets baked every single fucking day and expects the same from me.

I’m just so lost. I don’t know what to do. I’m so miserable and even that “light at the end of the tunnel,” our summer together, doesn’t seem as good anymore. It doesn’t feel worth it at all. Because what’s going to change? I’m going to be working two jobs and you’re going to be working 40 weeks. We’ll barely get to see each other and you already suck at communicating. And when we’re together you’re going to want to get high each time. I don’t want to spend my summer in a cloud of smoke. I just want to spend it with you.