IT’S 2 O CLOCK IN THE FUCKING MORNING AND I’M HOWLING MY MOM JUST WALKED IN AND NOW I HAVE TO TURN THE COMPUTER OFF FUCK IT WAS SO WORTH IT
reblogging again because perfection
Im crying omg
HAHAHJAHAHJAHHAJFGEWASYUHEAS OMFG I AM SO DONE HAHAHAHHAHA
i am fuckinG SOBBING oHMYGOD
In your life you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some that you wish you never have to think about again. But you do.
I don’t feel very good about myself. People always leave me. Nobody can stand me for very long. I wish I could cut my tongue out, or take out the part of my brain that has opinions. Or cares. I wish I could be simple. Be quiet, introverted, or shy. I’m half way in between a wallflower at a party and elvis presley. People love one or the other. In between is no place to be.