- ghost hunters: can you communicate with us
- *door creeks*
- ghost hunters: oh so your name is william
The older I get, the more I think I’m turning into George Castanza.
Letting go is hard for me
I get too attached. I can’t let go of someone who made me happy and made memories with. The talking, the joking,smiles,laughter and just the person you got to know. It may seem easy to say but its really hard to do. You didn’t talk to that person for nothing but you sit there and wonder if you should keep going because they don’t seem to realize how you even feel or how you stopped trying. You held yourself back.
I just prayed
For the second day in a row I prayed. Got down on my knees next to my bed before laying down and asked God for a sign on what to do. Will she come back after all this time or will someone replace her? I just need a sign of what to do, not him to solve it for me.
Who knew I would’ve turned to something I didn’t believe in before I met her. If there isn’t a god then what made something do perfect?
To hell with them. Nothing hurts if you don’t let it.
— Ernest Hemingway (via alecwiens)