I promise to never make you feel anything less than perfect. The thought that any action that i could do would make you feel bad, pretty much fucking fucks me up. I will always put you first.
It still makes me smile like an idiot when i think about how breaking up with my ex was the best thing i’ve ever done. I cant even believe i let a relationship with anyone get so fucking bad, that thinking about breaking someone’s heart now brings me happiness, but there you go.
It also makes me grin like an idiot, when i think about what is in store with the new girl in my life, who is coincidently one of the best people I’ve met.
There you go.
I’d care if the person I reblogged this from committed suicide.
Mw3 was released in Iraq, they called it Sims.