peachhhh: where can i illegally download a nice body
everthorne: if I can’t have sex with it or put ranch on it then I’m really not interested
It’s amazing how much better I feel now that I’m out of that toxic environment!
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I am alone. 100% alone. No one to just get my car and drive to. No one to listen to me or tell me it’s gonna be okay. And the fact that I have no one makes this so much worse. I look for anyone to call or anyone to talk to and no response. This is the low of the low and I don’t know how much longer I can handle this
Being in my house makes me feel nauseous all the time.
I have no idea what the right thing to do is. All I know is I need to be happy. I need something to change. Whether its scenery, my job or whatever. I don’t know what the problem is. I feel like leaving this town is gonna fix everything. I want to be independent and stop having to worry about my parents my brothers and everyone screwing with me. I want a fresh start and a new outlook but I...
It’s crazy how you can be in such a funk and have no idea what’s wrong or even how to fix it. Just getting up and leaving to South Carolina is it. In four months I’ll be driving fourteen hours to a new place. And I’m shitting my pants scared having no idea what this will bring but I don’t care. Newton has nothing to offer me anymore. My house is slowly turning into a...
Lately I’ve just been waking up going to work going to the gym and coming home. That’s it. Day in and day out. I feel like I don’t have a personality or interests anymore. I need to get back to being myself. In high school I was happy, had a lot of friends. I was myself. I don’t stand up for myself anymore. I don’t do what I want. I don’t look the way I want....
Most mornings lately I wake up not thinking about where I am and I immediately think I’m at your apartment in your bed. And I’m so comfortable and happy to be getting up and see your messy trail of the morning. And then I go to get up and I’m in my bed at my parents house. And then it’s not the same. I’m not used to this. Morning after morning after morning I forget...
Never apologize for how you feel. No one can control how they feel. The sun...– Iain S. Thomas, Intentional Dissonance (via rainydaysandblankets)