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For The First Guy I Believe That I Truly Loved


I’ve been staring at this blank page for quite some time now. Not knowing what to write, where to start, how to do it and what to say. This stupid cursor have been blinking for weeks now -a constant reminder of how long since we have deserted our so called ‘love’. Every blink hurts like hell. Like there’s a mini black hole in the middle of my body, sucking everything that I have and turning them into dust and nothing more.

I would email you but I wouldn’t want to ruin your day. I would call you but I don’t want you to hear my cry. I would text you but I don’t want to bother you, since I know how much you hated using your cellular phone. I would hand write this and send it through air mail but I know you wouldn’t let me. Also because I don’t know where your new flat is and all I have is your home address, and God knows you hate going home as much as I hate mayonnaise. I would send you this in any form but I know it’ll make you feel things that you hate, once liked, and I cannot forgive myself anymore. If it does you any good, no one can hate myself as much as I do.

How are you? A stupid question you might say and I will agree because you’re a smart man. A man who have different ways to touch my heart and make me feel all those stupid feelings that are found and described on those silly love movies and sappy novels. However, I do hope you’re better. I hope you didn’t drink more than you could but I bet you did - and since you’re Polish,according to you, you don’t get drunk. Except that one time when you got alcohol poisoning and was hospitalized, passed out at an alley and even got robbed. You get robbed more than I do and you call my country barbaric. You had to swotch 4 phones on the span of our relationship. What a clutz. What a stupid man.

I want you to know that while I am writing this abomonation of bullshit, I am looking at your photo. The one you took when you were at Iran? You were at this monument thingy. You were wearing your maroon plaid longsleeves, that I know you wished blue since you love blue so much. You have this annoying pout on, which I am 100% sure mocking my ability to do fish lips because I know that you can’t and you’re jealous of me. I have put this picture as my desktop background, I hope you don’t mind.

Happy 23rd birthday. I hope Patryck didn’t hire you strippers. It’s not that it’s still my business or what. I just don’t want you to feel awful on your day. You’re 23 now. Well, tomorrow, at least. You will be graduating on October then you will be moving to Iran to get a job while attending graduate school for International Security and or Multiculturism. however,I hope you wouldn’t forget to make your actual dream a reality. To own and manage a Pierogi restaurant. I would write the name of it here but I would be publishing this over the internet and I don’t want anyone else to use it but you. It will be easy for you, I’m sure. You’re a very dedicated man. Quite lazy, yes, but all you need is a little push. You’ll make it. I am sure. Plus, you love pierogi more than anything and anyone else in this galaxy. You even love pierogi more than me and I am comfortable with that. Minus the idea of you getting aroused with food. Kidding.

Thank you. For everything. For introducing me to awesome TV shows. For being the best boyfriend a girl could ever ask for. And I don’t say this for flattery. I don’t even want to compliment you. But when people ask me to describe you, it all comes out as a compliment. They even label it sweet and or cute which makes me vomit and I’m sure you too. Can you imagine that? People calling us cute? We’re not cute. We’re hardcore. We’re badass. We’re metal as fxck. Right? Thank you for making me feel things that I never thought I could eer feel. Thank you for being you.

I miss you. Everything about you. Your stupid laugh, where you sound like a snorting pig. A pig having sex while being slaughtered, your words. I miss your horrible racist jokes.How you would Google up racist jokes and read them to me for like 2 hours. I miss how you laugh at your own jokes, how you talk about food like it’s the best thing ever, how perverted you are, how everything is about sex when it comes to you, how childlike you are, how playful you are, how you talk about my brother like he’s yours, like the way you secretly hate what you chose. I just miss you. You talking to me.. but it doesn’t mean we should.

I’m sorry. Mor ethan I could say. More than what my feeble vocabulary can offer. I truly am.

Always take care.

Forever Yours,

MCT.

The book, the movie, and the soundtrack are all sickeningly wonderful.

The book, the movie, and the soundtrack are all sickeningly wonderful.

This happened to me last Monday on a bus. She even took my earbud off and asked me “Do you worship evil?!” -then she was like “Is this our youth?! What happened to our youth?!”. I was so tempted to say “All Hail Satan”.

This happened to me last Monday on a bus. She even took my earbud off and asked me “Do you worship evil?!” -then she was like “Is this our youth?! What happened to our youth?!”. I was so tempted to say “All Hail Satan”.

Okay? Okay. #tfios #thefaultinourstars

Okay? Okay. #tfios #thefaultinourstars

May the Fourth be with you.

May the Fourth be with you.

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I honestly think that the boys in All Time Low will never change. Its like they’ll be 80 still making dick jokes. Haha

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Even Robots Need Blankets

It happens every time
If it counts I’ll lose my courage when I need it the most
Then it comes crawling up after
Begs me to ask her what I already know

Singing “Oh, love get me out of the cold”
If I’d promise that I take you there with me
Would you go,
I found, in one step, I’ll get closer to heaven than you’ll ever know
You may never know

Feel it out again,
Go and try to be your man when there’s a gun to your head
After you’ve found out your “good enough” wasn’t good enough for everyone else

Singing “Oh, love get me out of the cold”
Pull me right up by the fire and I’ll show you what home means now
The words came with a new kind of sadness
They meant everything, you mean everything to me

I’ll take the first train out of this town
With a glare in my eye and my pockets full, ready to die
And when I get hazy I will think just maybe you’re out there somewhere

Singing “Oh, love get me out of the cold”
If I’d promise that I take you there with me
Would you go,
I found, in one step I’ll get closer to heaven than you’ll ever know
You may never know

Singing “Oh, love get me out of the cold”
Pull me right up by your fire, and I’ll show you what home means now
The words came with a new kind of sadness
They meant everything, you mean everything to me

Even Robots Need Blankets by Mayday Parade

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