Because what could be better than covering your wounds with a bacon band aid?
all of my want
I really wanna call you, just to hear your voice…
but I realize that I’m not entitled to that anymore. I wonder if this is killing you as much as its killing me inside. I’m pretending to be OK but I’m not and I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up without breaking… I miss you and now I’m starting to wonder if the right decision was made here. I just wish you could give me a sign as to how you’re feeling about this.. even if we don’t feel the same way.





