Maybe if I drink all this vodka… I’ll forget you exist… I don’t want you to exist in my brain… You sit there in all your devilish perfection, just out of arms reach. You always have been and always will be.
I’ll never be able to replicate those moments with anyone, nor will I be able to have moments that top the ones we’ve had. Fuck it, I’ll just have another cigarette.
Anonymous (via empty-thoughts-)
Why am I getting so emotional about you now? Why am I crying, why do I miss you? Fuck. Stop Sierra, stop.