being ignored««

when old men wink at me i shove my finger up my nose as far as possible and smile from ear to ear.

am i cute

hi if you’ve read the catcher in the rye talk to me and help me with something. i don’t need you to tell me about the book, etc. i’ve read it multiple times. but i am writing a 7 page thesis paper on it and could use some suggestions/opinions as this paper counts for more than half of my final….

Anonymous asked: do you guys still talk as much as you were last summer? and the letters and skype calls and whatever

i haven’t skyped with him since like….early september, and he only ever wrote me one letter and mailed his HS hoodie. we talked on the phone three or four weeks ago and it was brief and light hearted conversation. we’re strangers now. we don’t know how to talk to each other anymore. it makes me really uncomfortable actually. he just started dating some girl last night and i am by no means a homewrecker. it’s just like…there’s no point because we can’t be together anyway. that doesn’t mean that my stomach doesn’t hurt everytime i see a low truck bed drive by.

Anonymous asked: are you still coming to mississippi this summer

i wish i knew. i feel like on one hand i owe it to myself, it’s cheating myself if i don’t go, because i need to know how this story ends, even if it ends in the worst possible heartbreak you could imagine.

on the other hand, i feel like, fuck it, i need to just move on and find someone here, and have something much more tangible. it makes my head hurt when i think about it too much, so i’m trying not to.

i guess we’ll see.

listening to so much saves the day as of late. i feel like an angst ridden fifteen year old boy but i fucking love it.