February 2012
i hate my fucking life i really do.
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the wifi at my work fucking blows it keeps disconnecting and then connecting every second i hate my life i don’t get home until 9 i want to kill myself
i love being a whiny bitch
i just want one person to actually care about me and mean what they say and i want them to hold me and kiss my forehead and tell me that everything will be okay i’m so fucking gay but i don’t care i just want to be happy
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I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and saw them crying in their bed at night or singing in the shower or humming quietly to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street. And even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think, after...