I want to get away from here.
December 2011
90 posts
I’m so sick of this feeling. Can it please be over?
I’m angry when I don’t know why. I cry when I’m not even sad. At times, I’d feel like I’m the happiest person in the world then the next second, I get mad at everything and everyone. I have so many mood swings people would think I’m crazy. I’m a huge mess.
I can do this. I need to do this. I have to do this.
I either sleep too much or not enough. Fuck.
I’m so emotionally unstable.
Some of you are too hard on yourselves. You’re only young once, so don’t worry so much about the things that are causing you stress, depression or worry. Be good to yourself, go out and do stupid shit with your friends. Be happy and smile, lighten up a little.
It’s sad it’s become such a natural impulse for me to question every fcking thing I do. And WHY can’t I ever seem to find the fine line between carelessness and over-thinking? Another thing to think about changing for myself for the new year.
You have no idea how often you come across my mind, just the thought of you makes the butterflies in my stomach go wild. I look forward to talking to you all the time, whether it’s for five hours or five minutes, it’s still my favorite. You brighten up my days when nothing else is going right and you provide me comfort with your presence. You’re that someone who doesn’t need to make an effort to make me smile.
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Our memories together still linger in my mind. Those places where we once left off make it hard for me not to forget. Everywhere i turn, i still see the things that used to be. How can i erase you from my mind entirely? I’m so tired of this.
Are you supposed to let them pass you by?
but it’s not impossible.
It’s worth everything you’ve got.
“She’s not a virgin, ew, what a slut.”
Excuse me, but since when did someone else’s business have anything to do with you? Whether or not someone has sex, it’s up to them. It’s a personal choice, it’s their choice. I don’t know why that should even concern you. You’re calling her a slut because…
I don’t know if alot of people notice, but words can bring someone down in a blink of an eye than physical damage. Hurting someone physically is a temporary pain that will eventually leave, but hurting someone mentally will scar for life. No matter how small those words…
I know it’s Christmas eve and all, but I could really smack this fucking dick eating muther fuckin’ bitch.