It isn’t easy.
It isn’t easy being me and I don’t mean that my life is so horrible, honestly it’s not that bad, but inside my mind it’s an ongoing battle to stay alive or not.
anytime i talk to my mom’s side of the family i.e. aunts. i’m just like
all I texted was asking if my pin came in for my card.
and fifteen text messages later i’m hearing about how busy her schedule is and if i go and pick it up it has to be today or i have to wait until next tuesday.
SHE DIDN’T EVEN SAY IT WAS IN, SHE JUST SAID, SHE DOESN’T KNOW.
Hospitals are fun.
This afternoon just got way too twisted.
The evening just got way more insane.
Thank god for pills that balance out my moods.
Oh depression you’re an asshole, but you make things a lot more clear sometimes.
Maybe right now isn’t the perfect time and maybe it was all a lie. I mean if he was only being Mr. Nice Guy and that’s not who he in fact is…then maybe it’s best I know now right? I feel selfish and i feel stupid and I feel like…we’re just two dramatic souls. So I guess it’s true…some people are meant to fall in love….but that doesn’t mean they’re meant to be together. Well…we’ll see what happens from here. All I know is that me deactivating my facebook account sure does cause more drama in my life.
horizontal or vertical, it doesn’t matter anymore. I’m already dead anyway.
i have no fucking idea what i’m talking about.
Reblog if you’re broken.
oh hai. my name is char &…
I’m going to go and :
- watch hulu,
- smoke weed
- munch on home made pizza
- smoke endlessly
- open up my porn folder every so often and watch
- clean my room
- not look through old memories and photo journals
- not remember that i’m fucking alone right now
- oh and most of all, i’m going do all of this naked.
you’ve always been such a waste of time.
I’m starting to think that me returning home to start a new life is not what I want..
Sooo with that being said.
who wants to go on a massive road trip with me starting from northern california?
Am i the only one who’s 22 on here?
I feel like that creepy old man on myspace -_-
If the world knew how much i torture myself and that this cycle of hurting myself has started again
Would they stop shitting on my face.
Tell me whats so wrong with me
That you could leave so easily