Ask me some shit. http://formspring.me/beliefingravity
I’m pretty sure sleeping on this isn’t gonna help, because I feel pretty shitty right now and nothing’s gonna change in ~9 hours.
“You right now = in deep shit.”
I want him here so bad right now. I’m feeling scared and insecure and I wish he could hold me.
big hairy donkey balls.
Breakfast at 9:15. Ultrasound at 10 (they FINALLY scheduled it). Back to Salem. Leaving almost immediately after I get back, theoretically. Packing all my stuff in Dad’s car with Cameron. Going to Dad’s house; Cameron spending the night, possibly two nights, then back to Hendo to go to his last day of anger management and pick up his paycheck to pay for it. Joy joy joy.
My tummy hurts.
piece by Ryan Mason
If you’re not following fuckyeahtattoos, you need to be.
“Salem College bullshit: the best in the world.”
(via cuntpunt)
OMG.
I am at that stage of depression where you’re so depressed that anything you say makes you want to smack yourself for daring to talk about your meaningless feelings because you don’t have the right to complain.
Like right now I want to ctrl+a and delete…
Do not seek me out tonight. I am not good company. This is no one’s fault, although a fight with Cameron and I set it off - being bipolar for me means that even the smallest depression spirals and spirals and spirals.
“The poet tells us of a spear which yet
Might cure the wound that it itself had dealt
If friendly hand were but to place it there.”
— Goethe, Torquato Tasso