the last person i expected. the last time i was this content. the last time i tell my feelings to people that have no reason to care. the last fucking time. i like my life. i like it a lot. i have so many friends. so many opportunities. so many choices. last time i look back. last time i stop moving forward. oh and what happened to respecting your friends? really dude? done with that high school shit. please become the best person you can be. because you’re out. i’m not sorry either, you fucked up. judas. 

and that is the last you’ll hear of zach thurman, but you probably don’t care.

no worries, never. 

i’m happy. finally. so…don’t get your hopes up. 

i can see the cards you’re holding. i see all the angles. i’m two moves ahead. catch up. 

as all of you live your lives around me. i sit and i sit. patiently. waiting for anyone to notice the quiet i am in. the eye of the storm they call it. out of the constant drama, out of the way, and out of my fucking mind. 

i don’t know why. everything is pissing me off. i need to smoke. and get a better job. don’t ever work at Zumiez. shit blows. learned my lesson. 9.50/hour here i come!

i will join you. that is a promise. 

recently learned that the people that i called my closest friends do nothing but talk shit. classy. call me a brother, friend, best friend, and then talk shit? im not surprised when i hear that pretty much everyone i know just talks shit all the time. grow a pair and bring your problems to my door, i dare you. 

lwcade:

I need my girl friends to be nice to my girlfriend or I’m done with you. If I’m going some where you can count on her coming and if she goes some where you know damn well ill be there. In short, make an effort or don’t hear from me.

this kid probably hates me. but i love him. he’s family. 

i am not allowed to enjoy my own company for a couple hours without inciting a mass panic. fucking gay. 

allow me to lead by example.