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My colognes! from left to right. He wood ocean wet wood, burberry brit summer (in the back. Polo double black in the decant, f pour homme black by salavatore ferragamo, tommy by tommy hilfiger (one of my first colognes, given to me for my 18th birthday by my girlfriend. (: ) a mini of drakkar noir, ysl l’homme, and finally in the decants, ysl la nuit de lhomme, kristiansand new york by kristiansand, and a*men the taste of fragrance by thierry mugler.
Phew! Do I have enough? Maybe. Do I want more? Always! :p
My colognes! from left to right. He wood ocean wet wood, burberry brit summer (in the back. Polo double black in the decant, f pour homme black by salavatore ferragamo, tommy by tommy hilfiger (one of my first colognes, given to me for my 18th birthday by my girlfriend. (: ) a mini of drakkar noir, ysl l’homme, and finally in the decants, ysl la nuit de lhomme, kristiansand new york by kristiansand, and a*men the taste of fragrance by thierry mugler.
Phew! Do I have enough? Maybe. Do I want more? Always! :p
I’ve been a drag these last two months or so. Causing problems and only barely avoiding worse things to come.
End of october, november, december, and a little bit of january where some of the happiest months of my life. Some may call it “new relationship high” but it lasted quite some time.
Going over the first kiss, the days of getting to know each other in a new way, cuddling, sleeping, keeping it a secret the first three weeks. All memories that make me grin.
Then a few bad jokes here, some dumb things said there, disrespectful moves, slowly getting worse and worse. Apologies and forgiveness, words that id change but not really and I just kept making things worse. A very selfish comment that I shouldn’t have said and still kick myself for it.
Intense text message conversations, emotions running high and low until I finally hit my lowest point and told to grow up by someone who I disaprove of.
Then embarrasing myself and getting out of hand. I’m ashamed of myself and my stupid act.
The realization of how immature that was still burns me to the core. I wish I could take that little display back. Whenever my thoughts go free they wander back to what happened and I want to slap myself.
I don’t want our time together to be like that. I want it to be like it was before.
So here’s to changing. Make myself better to make everything else better.
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