you made me miserable.
I need a way to get un fucked over.
Why have things been so difficult the past few days?
I wish I had time to figure myself out.
Rather then worrying about this that and the next thing.
This assignment is due this day, and make sure you go to that meeting..
You can’t miss this event or I’ll fine you.
Yeah you’re one of two girls who showed up to practice, and you played for 8 years?
Sit on the bench the whole game.
Don’t forget about that job hunt.
Have you found a place to live next year?
Make sure you start your term paper at the beginning of the quarter.
Your friends are fighting again.
You’ve lost about $500 worth of stuff in a dwarf size dorm.
Or did your roommate steal it?
Can’t eat again?
Can’t sleep again?
I just want it to fucking stop.
For one second.
I want to breath.
Why can’t I ever be good enough for myself?
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I haven’t had one home cooked meal since I’ve been home.
Chinese takeout for christmas dinner is not what I expected.
Holidays never turn out how I wish they would.
I always imagine my family doing together for christmas.
Like visiting candy cane lane or cooking a meal with my mom, but no.
my roommate makes really weird noises while she sleeps.
I don’t want to leave.
I fucking love this town.
I fucking hate this town.
I fucking hate this.
Maybe I’m just scared.
The best summer of my life is over.
And every night I realize how good I’ve got it here.
I just don’t want to give it up.
I want my dogs, my cat, my mom, my friends, my baristas, my car, my dvr, my bed, my bike, my town, my life.
I hate when people are assholes about religion.
Like, whatever is up your butt must be sideways.
It’s about being as “godlike” as you can, not being a douchebag.
Quit hiding behind it like you’re better.
It’s not your job to judge people.
And if you “called yourself a christian” you would understand that.
So go take a big fat dump and stick your face in it.
I’m so ugly
right now I just want to cry.
It’s 5 in the morning and all I want to do is play my guitar.
But I’m too tired.
Too tired to go get it.
And even if I got it I’d be too tired to play it.
So I’ll listen to covers on youtube and live vicariously.
It’s a weird feeling to be addicted to something. I don’t like it. I like not needing anything. And I know I don’t really need it, but it’s the burning desire to fill my lungs with smoke that lingers in the back of my mind that drives me insane. It’s so easy to give into it. I give in a lot. But now it’s different, I care. Sort of. I’m in a relationship with these cigarettes, and I’m waiting for the right moment to say that things aren’t working out. It won’t be anytime soon, but at least I’ve found that faint glimmer of hope.
1. Fuck you, I heard that..
2. Someone come do this homework for me.
5. I’m thirsty.
6. Just put like 300 songs on my iphone, herra happy.
7. You’re too confusing, and I’m too lazy to figure you out, so I give up.
9. Fuck, I’m so scared. Fuck. JFDKLSAJFLKA.
10. I want my drugs.
I always wonder why I do the things I do, or why I think the stupid things I think.
It’s so difficult to find something to be happy about nowadays.
It’s so difficult to find people who won’t let you down.
It’s so difficult for me to see things fall apart, knowing that there’s no way I can fix them.
Things come and go so quickly, it’s like the world’s never heard of consistency.
I never expected to be good enough for you, but I just.. I don’t know.
There’s only 2 solutions to this..
Sleep, and The Steve Miller Band.