"ill Need Your Essay By 3:15 Or You'll Have To Spend Time After"

dropping off the Internet again (not posting or responding to anyone for probably a week again) and debate suicide

me, putting my pants back on and realizing, oh, I did gain. again.

i don't know what's going on anymore, I'm just gonna blackout until the 12th

my thoughts when someone says "I love you" is just

ha ha. no, you don't. you just love the idea and perception of me that I have given you. you don't love me.

great im sick.

and it wasn't just a slow build. its like I got hit by a fucking semi today and immediately I'm sick with a ruined throat.

“I hate

When you say that you're in love

My chest, it burns

When you then say you've had enough

Like make your mind up before I fuck my life up

Baby, I'm so stressed out”

is it bad I want someone to do bad things with. to cut with. get high or drunk with. go around at night with. do teenage things with. but no, cant and couldn't have that.

i’m such a “i want your attention” but “won’t bother you” kinda person

i wish everyone would shut the fuck up