each day gets harder and harder. I miss having you around. I miss your laugh, your smile, the adventures we have had. All I have left are our memories and some photographs. I hung those photos on my wall to remember all the days I felt alive. I remember when i could say I love you and you would say it right back. Now I have none of that. I thought our friendship was beautiful. We shared everything, and I can’t help but be sad when I think about the present. You never call me or text me back, I just want you around. I remember when justin went psycho on me and you sat close and rubbed my back. You told me things are going to get better. You were right, things got better but you left me high and dry. You moved in with a douche bag and forgot all about me. This is hard…. so very fucking hard for me.
“Women are strong and fragile. Women are beautiful and ugly. We are soft spoken and loud, all at once. There is something mind-controlling about the way we’re taught to view women, and my work is both visually and musically a rejection of those things. But more importantly, it is a quest.”—Lady Gaga (via shestillkillsthedance)