FUCKING FANTASTIC. FUCK IF YOU AGREE.
I'M BRIGHT, BUT I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF YOU SEE ME.

can you smell that ( Read more... )

of crying over lost friends on my birthday. This is just proof of the natural tragedy that sweeps over us all. The inescapable and inevitable truth that one day we will all fall away. Eventually things fall out of place. Relationships are neglected and strong bonds begin to fray. People die. And whether you are surrounded by a multitude of ( Read more... )

I don't know whats wrong with me. I know that I have everything. I have so much. I know. I see it all around me but it stops at my skin. I can't let it inside. And it has always been like that and its always going to be like that. I can feel it in little moments with people who love me so hard. Almost as hard as all of the people who ( Read more... )

Shits fucked up!

"i'm tired of santa stealing all the glory from Jesus... Jesus is the greatest gift... not some fat white guy who wants little kids to sit on his lap and tell him what they want... and then that damn easter bunny... Jesus died... there wasn't a bunny that laid massive eggs and hid them around the world on that day... i mean come on... why miss lead ( Read more... )

Sharp disaster in a fresh new coma ( Read more... )

I think this semester will be my last..
I dont know how much longer I can take this. Everything is so hard and so impossible.
I am so unhappy here. I just want to go home.
If it were up to me I would be gone by the first sign of hope
It will be so good... it will be like going home.

Going home was weird But coming back here just sucks. I am so tired. I am worn so thin that i can barely raise my eye lids in acknowledgment of anything. I am unhappy here. I am exhausted. I am tired of fighting it. I give up. I am stressed out, unmotivated, and a procrastinator. Everything keeps piling on. The work, the responsibility, ( Read more... )

I met a nice boy. He's so nice. He holds my hand. He kisses my forehead. He tells me that I am pretty, and crazy, and fun. I wish he knew how ugly he makes me feel...

I feel dirty. I feel used.
I feel like a user. I feel like a liar.