January 2011
50 posts
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fuckshitballs.
right.
-_-
just for once
I would like to be reassured and for that reassurance to actually mean everything the words are meant to mean.
please.
this is so cool →
you know that feeling...
the feeling you get when you realize that you’ve just royally fucked everything over?
That’s where I’m sitting right now. Everything that I worked on, everything I told myself I wouldn’t do… I did. It’s like I have no control over myself as a person and because of that- I deserve every bad thing that happens to me. From this moment on I will forever miss the...
hurt.
this is worse than it should be. I just want to be held.
I still...
well… does it even matter.
god, how I want to just say it.
I dont like be played.
so don’t.
it’s really not that hard to do. I promise.
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Dear Tumblr.
WHYMUSTIFUCKSHITUPSOFUCKINGHARCORE?!
That is all.
Thank you for your time.
Re-blog
Why dont you come on over?
Questions
I have a series of them… The most pressing question right now is whether or not I should actually ask them.
Hm.
I make myself sick.
what...
does that even mean?
I don’t know why I even do the things I do when I know for a fact they are just going to upset me. I go, I look and I search for the things that are just going to piss me off. When I find them… what do I do? freak out. for no reason. I knew better the whole time. It’s not even like I’m doing sketchy things to get the information, it’s just...
I saw...
And it killed me. I still can’t handle it. It’s still there… And it will be.
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I want to go wild for once.
You.
Are a bad person.
are you still busy?
why don’t you come on over…
dude...
tumblr fucks with my life sometimes…
