Dimebag is god

I will no longer be using this account.

I can’t log on to Tumblr on a computer. My ex made this account with one of her emails, forgot, and reset the password. The password she gave me doesn’t work. The only reason I could get on at all is because I stayed signed in on my phone. I have already made a new account. hail-dimebag-666.tumblr.com From now on, that is the only account I will be using.


You keep saying your friend would be perfect for me, but I’m kinda set on one person. Nothing you can do will change that.


I found a shirt in my closet that my ex, it who must not be named, gave me for Christmas one year. I thought I had burned everything I had from “her.” Oh well. Just another excuse to light shit on fire. XD


If you don’t like me anymore, that’s fine. But don’t lie to me and say you still love me but always talk about how you like someone else and only talk to me when you need something. That’s why I’ve given up.


I’ve been fine for almost a fucking week, accepted that we could never be together again, even if you wanted to. But for some reason I can’t get this shit out of my head tonight. Fuck. On a semi-related note, I miss Halloween. I miss always being happy. I need this beach trip.


Thinking about her makes me miss you. The more hell I go through, the more I miss us. Fuck this life.