when you say shit about other people that i don't care about...ya, ok. but when you say shit about my friends...especially my best friend, you fucking sign your death wish.

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i'm happy with who i am.
and my hair.

but i'm not happy with being allergic to my anxiety meds, which are still in my blood stream. or the hives that i get from it. or the fever i got sent home with on friday.

fuck being sick. fuck itttttt.

If you can hear me and know that I'm right here ..
I heard your heartbeat, it took away the fear.

fuck french.
fuck getting shot.
fuck valentine's day.
fuck red-headed boys.

so, asking someone to be your valentine and getting no response makes your stomac feel weird. FYI.

you're not being replaced. you never will be. you are my best friend. i just haven't hung with this person in awhile and i missed her cause she's one of my best friends too. i love you like family and you know that. and before the two weeks where we can't see eachother is up, i will sneak to you or something to hang. sorry about last night. sorry ( Read more... )

I felt like crying and now I'm over it.
I've got work to do and things to do.
I don't have time to be human.
To be human is to be weak.
And we all know I don't need anymore weaknesses.

I hate nights.
I hate being sad at night.
I feel really distant from my heart,
and from the things that keep it beating,
primarily because those things hurt it,
and they hurt me. And I'm scared now.

Im always so scared that it's over before its even begun.
Always.
I have made mistakes and they fill me.

im in the worst situation fucking possible.