I don’t think i’ll be able to go to work today… unless i get drugs first
lucy-in-the-skyy: If you’re going to San...
If I had a guitar, it would gently weep.
There’s no way to unravel the thoughts in my head. There are no apologies being said. I’m dying here, maybe you’re already dead. I hate you, I hate being misled.
A Lot Of You Wont Read This
[[MORE]]And that’s fine, because it’s personal really. I’m not writing this for pity or attention. I’m writing this because this is my blog and I need to write about what happend - for me. I Don’t have a diary and I’m not going to start one for one event. However: If you do read this, I hope you learn from my mistake. Last night I went to hang out with a guy...
Sometimes I look at how many followers i have and i think “wow look at all the friends i have!” :3 but then i realize that I’ve talked to like.. 6 of you and it makes me feel like kind of a crappy person. Sorry for not being a great tumblr friend, I promise that if you ever wanted to talk to me, I’m totally open to that! I’m just bad at starting convos…
i feel like crawling into a tiny little space and falling into an eternal slumber…