If only your words were meant for me
Casper

Progress comes in fits and starts. One day there is light and apparent progress and the very next day it’s back to square one. It’s really not as bad as that but, it was particularly hard tonight. I knew it would be, but still…

Why does it have to be this way. Hasn’t it been long enough for healing. Why does it still hurt. The wound reopened some tonight.

I remember when my dad was mad at me he wouldn’t talk to me. He ignored me, like I was invisible. He would pout. I guess it was his way to let me know he wasn’t happy with whatever I had done or said. It hurt!

Call me Casper. I’m a ghost to the one person who has a hold of my heart. And there is absolutely nothing I can do but go along with it. There is absolutely no one I can talk to about it. Truly the life of a ghost!

It’s hell and it hurts…

Sometimes, love can make the weakest person strong and the strongest person weak.
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They say people don’t read, so I took that into account and made a resume that caters to visual people (and readers). Plus, it showcases my love for charts. (Front side of resume.)
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Great model!

ilovecharts:

They say people don’t read, so I took that into account and made a resume that caters to visual people (and readers). Plus, it showcases my love for charts. (Front side of resume.)

-iwrotethistrash

Hire this guy!

Great model!

The trouble is, you think you have time.
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Stuck

Stuck in a moment and can’t get out of it… U2

Happiness is to resume desiring what we already have.
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