I have the worse fucking anxiety going back to Greensboro tomorrow. I don’t fuck with anyone out there. Can’t even get my hair cut by my old barber cause i put all these fraud ass’s onto the shop and now they all scheming.
My mom lives in the same fucking neighborhood as these people and the only way I’m able to avoid seeing them is staying my ass in the house the whole 8 days I’m there.
Fucking hate small towns.
im lacking vitamin A (attention)
imthehomoyourmomwarnedyouabout:
I laughed too hard at this 😂
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Reblogged from aliceofwonder
Even the darkest souls can be lovely.
- M.N
I haven’t written or posted on here in a minute. I’ve really been trying to keep myself occupied to avoid feeling anything.
I’m hurt. Hurt to where i don’t even feel anger anymore. I just feel this emptiness inside me. I feel pain in the deepest crevices of my soul…
It’s like I’m drowning and i don’t even care anymore. Anything that happens, doesn’t surprise me.
I trust no one. I can’t open up. It’s all just bottled inside.
im still laughing at this
Reblogged from teenagerposts
“Almost. It’s a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe.”— Joan Bauer
i fuckin love mashed potatoes
Find someone who will be there for you at 2am when you’re falling apart, but also at 3pm when you love life and they make you love it more.
not to be corny but if u get to see the person u love everyday i hope ur not taking it for granted
