Take me as I am

Z. 23. Arizona.
Navajo. Country music. Nail art. Gif making.
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I hate when I’m alone with my thoughts. I’m left with this stupid little girl mind that comes up with ridiculous scenarios that I know could not be possible.

Do I only come up with these thoughts because I need some kind of reason to be pissed, heartbroken, anything but these happy, in love feelings?

Why can’t we just be friends? Why can’t we just stop talking? Why can’t we just have a big fight? Sleep with someone else and just have it out so we have a reason not to talk to each other?

As much as I don’t want to…I want to hurt, I want to be angry and bitter. So I can heal, grow stronger and be a better me. That’s how breakups should go.