February 2011
being second best is a lifestyle.
katie24:
-anonymous
Why am I never good enough... Can someone please...
"):" playlist on repeat. Intervention for Skins,...
I’ll just shower in the morning, I don’t even feel like moving. I hate these moods.
bee8tris replied to your photoset:This is what happens when I’m not home. This is…
i kinda just teared up (‘: love you so much babysis!
I lovelovelovelove you so much too! <3
Every time I think I know or am sure of something,
I question it, until I’m right back where I started; lost, and confused.
Cheers to high school. Cheers to waiting to...
I'm just scared.
I’m scared, because of that conversation. I’m scared, because I don’t want to get my hopes up to have them crushed. I’m scared, because I don’t want any kind of feelings. I’m scared, because I think I really want this. I’m scared, because I want to be sure we both want this. I’m scared to tell you the truth, because I don’t want to ruin...
January 2011
"I wanna be bad, you make that look so good.":... →
emilyyreese:
I wish I was a good writer. That would make things a little better. I have so many thoughts that make perfect sense in my head but I haven’t a clue how to express them. I can’t tell people about my problems because I don’t know how to put them into words. I only know how I feel. Writing could help me express it but I never know where to start. My mind wanders. I can’t stay on one...
30109.) I wish I weren't so socially anxious....
readthewritingonthewall:
Just cross out the dating bit and this is me.
I'm so fucking over high school.
savercooool:
Best years of my life = bullshit. I can’t leave, I can’t do anything. I wish I could just graduate now.
Deuces.
February.
Can you just be skipped and go straight to March 1st instead? I can’t stand this month and the bad memories it brings.
I'm caught in the midsts of secrets.
None of which I want to tell.
I'm on a one way road to self destruction and I...
ecstasyandalcohol-:
I hate it when I’m in a bad mood because then no power on this earth can stop it.
I would be a lot happier if I wasn't so fucking...
Or if my hair would at least not look like a poofy, frizzy fucking mess for just one day. I fucking hate mirrors.
This is where somethings I've been holding in come...
Sometimes, I’m happy. Actually I am more often than not lately, and that’s a great feeling. Sometimes, I’m at a point where I just don’t care about anything, and that’s actually a great feeling too. Then, sometimes, everything comes flooding back in a single moment. I spent last night crying myself to sleep for the first time in… I don’t even know how...
Do you know what it’s like to look at yourself, and just know you’re good for absolutely fucking nothing? It’s even worse to know I can completely blame myself for that, for letting myself be nothing better. I also know I’ll never be anything more. I’ll always just be fucking worthless, because I let myself be. I can pinpoint where this all started, and I hate myself...
Why do I still have all these what-ifs crossing my...
I thought I was past all this, why does it come back when I least expect it?