December 2011
40 posts
i need to detatch.
so i can sleep.
apparently i can’t without you here, and because you’re never here anymore, i need to get away. this feeling sickens me.
“if everything in my life was in muted tones of light mint, salmon peach, pale...”
well, congratulations on getting out of the very...
woop woop three doses of nyquil deeeeeeeep this is fun
“Security … what does this word mean in relation to life as we know it today? For...”
– Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing. (via -ultraviolence-
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“Wind completely taken out of my sails. Sailing this ship was a stupid idea...”
I really, really need a hug.
come home, and come here *hugs*
i know it's terrible
but after an eleven hour work day all i want to do is throw up.
hey kid in my living room
you can kindly get the fuck out. you’ve overstayed your welcome (when you were not invited.), and i don’t like the way you take my snacks when i did not offer them to you. not cool, bro.
get out of my house so i can go about fucking my boyfriend and taking care of other errands we NEED to do today.
on a completely different note than the previous...
just want to rip out my insides so i don’t have to worry about this. literally my insides are driving my absolutely insane. panic, depression, obsession- i’m never going to be satisfied. WHY CAN’T THIS SIMPLY NOT EXIST.
as one can tell, i worry about a lot. a lot of the time.
completely unrelated to the previous post.
it’s funny, i don’t worry about other...
im kind of wondering where you are
it’s almost one am, yet i feel guilty for wondering what’s going on. why you aren’t home.
on a sunday.
uh.
am i allowed to be clued in here? or is that overstepping boundaries?
i don’t even know.
can’t study, can’t sleep, so i’ll just drink another cup of coffee and think a little too much more.
i feel like it’s intrusive, yet reasonable, yet...
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