Stoner, P.L.U.R.R. Drugs, Love.
Reblogged from ourteenagewasteland
I have to admit, at first being in love was the most amazing feeling, it was like being high, without the crash. It was a constant rush. But then someone else came along, & all of a sudden I was second best, a second fucking choice, called on whenever things went wrong between them. And then one day, out of fucking nowhere, I stopped getting calls, messages, & when I made the effort, I was ignored. Cut off. Just like that. Like I never meant anything. I’d been forgotten. And here I sit, ignored, forgotten, broken, & still very much in love…