When I say “I’m over it” (which is a lot) it doesn’t mean that I’m over it, it means I’m going to bottle it up just to have it explode at three o’clock in the morning.
What if we’re all dead, we just don’t know it yet…
Just kidding, EVERY NIGHT
Remember when you would always get on facebook, and see a middle school girl fight and all it would be is that one bitch pointing out every spelling mistake like she had the best comeback in the history of comebacks?
My house got broken into today
I might be switched with another character in the play
I failed an english quiz today
I have to get a haircut
MY BALLS HURT FOR NO APPARENT REASON(WHYYYYY?!?!?)
Screw it, so beyond the point of caring…
Why am I so paranoid and anxious lately…
Its like I’m overanalyzing everything to the point of obsession, and completely freaking out over every little comment..
On the other hand my anxiety is getting out of control..I just want to stay at home in my bed alone where nobody can see me..
Am I going crazy?
I don’t understand why I can work so hard at a friendship, and you’re still awful to me. You think I don’t know when you talk about me or do hurtful things to me, but I know. I’m really not as stupid as I look. Its like you don’t even comprehend how horrible a person you are, and I was willing to look past all of that. Not anymore. Maybe the next time you decide to be awful to me behind my back, you should look over YOUR shoulder.
Lovin’ this jam
Hes all like:
“im to good for your punk ass”
and then im like:
“BUT I JUST WANT TO LOVE YOU!”
Is probably as beautiful as “The Perks of Being a Wallflower” but in it’s own way. It’s just amazing to read a book that changes the way you feel about something. It’s just beautiful.
|Me:||I don't want to be average...|
|Life:||Fuck you, get over yourself.|