What if I'm right? Are you willing to take that chance? To just give up?

The answer is staring you in the face but you have to make it complicated because you're just too fucking damaged to know what makes you happy.

ORLANDO COULD NOT COME FAST ENOUGH.

Some nights... I just wish you would call me from a private number and sing me to sleep.

I probably would have felt more inclined to update on the hilariousness of last night if my cousin hadn't just disowned me for being depressed. So naturally, I feel like breaking down because now I am a "burden" to her ( Read more... )

For the first time in my life I am genuinely worried about all the junk I eat. My stomach just isn't as flat as it used to be and that gets to me, which in turn, makes me feel pathetic for sounding like one of those kinda girls.

Time for a change.

I need you.



41 days. The countdown begins.

Being in Orlando makes me feel so hood.

For the first time in over two years I am talking to Patrick.

So much damage has been done.. so much.

And at the end of the day....

Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm I get high with a little help from my friends,
Oh I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends

Do you need anybody?
I just need someone to love.
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love

I'm gonna be your biggest addiction.