Daniel always said that I chose girls that are still fed up about their last man. No matter what you tell me, the fact that he is still brought up already makes me wonder different. I hate that feeling of never being enough for someone. Maybe that’s why I’ve done the things I’ve done these past few years. So that I don’t have to meet anyone’s standards of be compared to someone else. I had a mindset to enter college and have the college experience. But I decided to maybe take things more serious. I decided to let myself like a girl and build a relationship from ground up with her. I opened up to her. I cared about her. I cared about where this relationship was going and maybe, just maybe, this would be my first relationship where it would be smooth sailing. No bullshit, no ex, no nothing. Just you and I. It doesn’t like that’s the path we’re headed on. It seems like you’re more interested in going back to your old life, than start a new one. Even though it’s just a thought, I can accept the fact that you want to study back in your hometown. I can accept the fact that you’ll be further away from me than what I had planned. I can accept the fact that I won’t be able to see you on the daily. There are many things I can accept, but then you bring up the school you really want to go to, your ex does to. How do you want me to expect you’re over your ex. How do you expect me to be just fine about the idea. How do you really expect me to feel about that. Damn, that was the fucking icing to the great news. So many things have bothered me, ticked me off, made me think differently when you vaguely bring him up. But damn, this gave me a ‘fuck you’ in the face. You get mad when I talk about a girl I just fucked and had barely any feelings for and it seems like you’re expecting me to just shrug it off when you bring up you’re moving back home and going to school with a guy you were in a relationship with for 5 years. That 5 years of yours will never account to the few months we’ve been talking. I guess I sort of thought it through and instead of what I had planned and wanted to do, I’ll just let whatever happen happens. Maybe that way the disappointment won’t be as bad, reality will just be reality, and the healing process won’t be more than a few months of moping around and being to myself. I really just wanted to start on a fresh path and not have to worry about anything. My mind is now just a bunch of jumble thoughts. I want to not give a fuck, but I already care way too much. Idk what I want to tell you. I’m in a little to deep. I like you a lot. I don’t want you to go. This ain’t a movie though, all those words don’t mean anything once the decision is made. I’ll continue to do my best in committing to you, I’ll continue not to constantly fuck up. I’ll continue to do my best so that you realize I won’t be going back to my old ways. Because in the end, if I lose it all, I can say I tried.
It shouldn’t even matter if I tell the truth or not. It shouldn’t matter if I prove myself I’m not playing around. It shouldn’t matter how I honestly and truly feel and want to happen down the road. Because all of it to you will seem like the same moves I’ve made to the other girls. You ask me questions I answer truly and deeply. I tell you every little detail there is. I tell you nothing but the truth but little did I know, you would use them all against me. So no matter how I hard I try, there will always be doubt. There will always be trust issues. There will always be the sense that you dont give a damn. Idk why I still want to try knowing I won’t have much of a chance. I know you have your reasons but how will you know what I have to offer if you don’t let me in, if you twist my words take me as a joke majority of the time. It has to come the point where I just say the things I know you want me to say or say something that does not make me end up looking like a fool. I’m back to square one all over again. Started the year proving myself to a girl who didn’t listen to a word I had to say, and it looks like I ended it on the same note. Well played Nhan, well played.
Everything’s just a fucking joke.
you’re doing exactly what I hope you wouldn’t.
When I’m around kids younger then me, i act like im mature:
Me around kids:
me around people my age:
Anonymous asked: who you like?
review yourself, and ill tell you
Havent been on tumblr in a minute
and I’m here to just tell you that I just wanna fuck
Nice Guy < Assholes
You’re the one there for her. For her to talk to, vent to. You give her advice, tell her what she should do. You make her smile, make her forget about the bad things. You talk to her, make her laugh. You do all the possible things you can to make her your priority, and for a glimpse, you think you’re her priority too. You’re not. You’re the one left in the dirt. You’re the one she looks pass. You’re the one she doesn’t care for. You’re not her priority, Because her priority is the asshole that you tried so hard to get her to forget about.