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putzes:i feel like i can’t go anywhere anymore without people soothsaying my downfall. even the cashier at taco bell was all “the flock of crows taken to following you portent a disastrous and blah blah fucking blah,” like, i get it, i’m about
nietzscheisdead:i feel like i can’t go anywhere anymore without people soothsaying my downfall. even the cashier at taco bell was all “the flock of crows taken to following you portent a disastrous and blah blah fucking blah,” i get it, i’m about
helldevilsfromsatanland: i feel like i can’t go anywhere anymore without people soothsaying my downfall. even the cashier at taco bell was all “the flock of crows taken to following you portent a disastrous and blah blah fucking blah,” like, i
i’ve been cold ever since i got off of bart last night. my nose is freezing. cj and i fell asleep around 3am because we HAD to watch an episode of Mad Men. It’s at a fucking ridiculous point in the season (we’re on the second). i have
I hate the fact that it’s been so long and I’m not even over you. Not even a little bit, not even at all. That’s what these sleepless nights do. They serve as a constant reminder of you. Blah.
Most of the time,
It's so cold
I feel so ugly.
I am seriously considering deleting my Tumblr,
Nothing good ever lasts.
It’s been a long time since the last time I cried. At least I know I’m not dead, now.
I know I’m yours, and you’re mine, but I really really really would like it if you were my boyfriend. I hate relationships, I really do but I don’t want anyone else to have you, ever. You’re insanely fucking adorable in almost every little fucking
I just woke up and I’m already crying. Wtf is this? I just wanna lay under the covers all day.
I miss you, but you’re far away and there’s nothing I can do about that. It is extremely unfortunate and discouraging. I want to be next to you, but the sad reality is that it is impossible at this moment in time. I hate distance, I really
It disgusts me so much how having a mental illness, or better yet, pretending to have a mental illness is becoming a growing trend on this website and everywhere else. Having social anxiety isn’t being afraid to to talk to a cute guy this one time.
The more time I spend on the internet, the more I learn, the more unhappy I become. I refuse to close my eyes and shelter myself from the things that are going on in this world just because it will make me feel better having not come across them. Turning
I really love you, but I can’t ever, won’t ever tell you. You don’t feel the same.
I honestly cannot stand when people compare rave fashion of the past to rave fashion now, and expect it to not have changed at all. “Take note: the ladies are actually fully clothed” or call females at raves now attention-seeking whores just
I hate talking to people from highschool, and they always ask if I’m still raving. I always say yes, then they respond with, “Oh. I don’t roll anymore.” Bitch, that is not the reason I rave. You were in the scene for awhile because
People disgust me more and more every day. I don’t know how I’m ever going to get over feeling this way. I don’t know how I’m going to get through life. I’m young, and I’m already so sick, sad, and tired of feeling
People are pathetic today. I need to distract myself from reality, or I’m going to go insane.
Some days I feel capable of actually becoming a decent and functioning human being, then there’s days like today where all I want to do is hide under my blankets and fucking die.
I hate Facebook. It seriously gives me so much anxiety, I die.
I hate gut feelings, because they’re almost always right. Hopefully I’m just being paranoid, and it’s really nothing. Blah.
I’m not even really excited for edc anymore tbh. Maybe it’s cause i still have tons of stuff to do, but doubt it really.
EDC is 3 days away now, and I still have to make 16 cuffs plus singles. Why do I always do this to myself :‘c
Don’t even want to go to EDC anymore. Nothing is the same anymore with anyone. I seriously just want to crawl into my bed and fucking die at this point. I don’t give a fuck anymore. Done trying to be nice. Done pretending to be happy. My
I always have mental breakdowns at the worst possible times. Seriously fuck my life.
So over everyone & everything at the moment. I’ll update you all on my EDC experience later. I need to disconnect myself from the world for awhile & just watch anime & read manga. K bye for now.
I hate distance so fucking much, if you were here things would be so fucking different. I hate it. I hate it. I fucking hate it. It fucking kills me.
I cannot stand when people pretend to like Sailor Moon and other anime, or manga just because it’s become something cool & trendy lately. Seriously fuck off, it’s pretty easy to tell if you’ve watched an anime you claim to love or
I hate distance so much. I just want to be held. :c
Doubt I’m going to Q-dance unless someone buys me a ticket now before it sells out and I’ll pay them when I have the money. But that’s unlikely. So fuck my life.
Actually, I lied. I hate the notifications being on a separate page. Blah.
I don’t trust anyone anymore. Blah fucking blah.
I feel so ugly and disgusting tonight. That will probably never change. I feel everything at once, but nothing at all. My mind is so beautiful and profound, but I can never find the right words to explain exactly how I feel. I’m apathetic, but so
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Q-dance was lovely, but all the events of yesterday are now fucking with my head.
Distance always fucks everything up. Blah.
I don’t understand how some people can have so many social networking accounts. I have like 3 I actually use and not every day, anymore than that on a daily basis gives me the worst fucking anxiety I cannot.
Sooooo over all these Armin fan boys and fan girls. Why would you ever pay 117 for an arena with seating to see him? I don’t give a fuck who you are Insomniac, Skills, Hard, Q-dance etc. nothing done in a little arena production wise is spectacular
Tumblr makes me feel so insecure about my body/ boobs mostly when I see a billion other girls a day that look a billion times better than I do on here. It’s depressing and pathetic that I let this bother me, but blah.
People fucking piss me off so much, I just want to live in a little house in the forest with tons of animals, or anywhere as long as I could be surrounded by pretty things, animals, and music. I understand animals better than people. That’s all
I think you’re losing interest in me,and that would be dreadful (I don’t know what else it could be),I wouldn’t know what to do without you,but these demons keep lingering around,and the more they come out to play, the further you go
I am sad and I can never sleep. What else is new?
I fucking hate bras so much. They fucking hurt my back so much after awhile. They are bad for your boobs. I wish I could just go around without a bra and not be noticed or harassed, but clearly that’s not going to happen. Fuck bras.
I feel fucking horrid right now. I just want to, need to, be held or I’m going to go insane. This anxiety is going to be the death of me.
There is literally no point on asking for someone’s opinion on something, then getting mad at their response. You fucking asked, so be prepared to hear things you don’t want to hear, because I’m not here to fucking sugarcoat things for
I don’t want to go to school anymore. I don’t want to be here anymore. I’m so tired, and I’m so done with all of this, and I simply don’t care anymore. Fuck this.
I’m so fucking nostalgic for the past tonight, for people, places, colors, memories, scents, sensations, and sounds that no longer exist in this life. I will never be able to go back to those things; I can only replay the memories over and over
Why do you fuck with my head like this?
LMAO when someone reblogs all these sexual things, but when it comes down to it, they’re not even interested in doing those things. Why the fuck do you pretend to like things when you clearly don’t do them?
You disgust me more than anything else now. It was all a lie.
It really bothers me that I have to rely on Facebook for people to socialize with me. When I don’t have Facebook, no one talks to me at all. It’s fucking pathetic really.
I am a sick and sad human being. I do not deserve anything good. I should die. I deserve to die. I want to die. I want to so badly, but still I stand here existing through time and space unable to. I need another being to love me despite all this, but
I wish I could erase you from my mind completely. All you ever did was cause me things I never, ever, ever wanted to feel. I fucking hate you. I don’t ever want to think of, see, or feel anything that has to do with you ever again. I am sick of
Meh fuck feelings tonight.
Feelings are fucking stupid.
I’m being an overemotional piece of shit tonight and I can’t fucking stand it.
I am such a jealous piece of shit and it ruins everything always.
