Put on your face, whore.

That moment where your significant other leaves your house, and you realize that for the 1st time in what seems like forever you’re actually starting over with this person. You’re actually becoming attached to this person, and you think about this person, and you like being around this person.

Gage fucked me over so bad that I just wanted to be with people so I wouldn’t even be alone, relationship wise but that doesn’t mean I care about any of those other people, it’s really more of a selfish thing in the end.

I like the feeling, but I don’t.