the days that you still lived in the house with uncle buddy replay in my head. over and over and over again.. the days you used to give me little plastic colorful slinkies and invisible ink. the days i was so innocent and i loved you with eveything in me… i love you so much and i miss you even more right now.. i love you grandpaw..
you just don't fucking get it..
You’re telling me you wanna talk these things out with me but you ask me to text it to you, knowing how much texting it bugs me. I’d rather call you and cry my eyes out but because you can’t stand the phone you don’t want to.. You say you care about what bugs me, but you never notice if something is bothering me anymore.. I cover it up so well now because all you do it...