I’m torn between slapping sense into every 16 and 17 year old couple that gets engaged claiming they are ready for marriage and just being like well it’s none of my business, gotta make your own life choices.
i wish there was a non-assholeish way to say “our friendship has run it’s course, you make me uncomfortable with your feelings and a lot of shit you do pisses me off bye”
I hate having no one to go to. I’m not comfortable bothering anyone with my problems. Not just that, but no one will ever understand. I hate feeling so alone. I hate having no one there for me. I hate this place. I can’t wait to get out of here. Even if I do tell those I trust, what will that do? Nothing? So why do I even bother? Why should I make people feel bad for me? It’s not fair for them. I should just deal with this alone. I know I’m making a big deal out of nothing, but time after time, the anger and frustration inside of me just builds up and I can’t help but explode. It’s like when I think things are getting better, they just get a billion times worse. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what’s going on with me. But I just want to get away from it. I’m sick and tired of this shit. I’m sick and tired of being alone. I’m so sick and tired of being sick and tired… It hurts to keep this smile on my face. It hurts to lie right in front of the people I care about. But that’s what I do. That’s how it always is, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Can I deactivate my life and then reactivate it when I am ready too come back
do you ever go through those phases where you just don’t feel like talking to anyone for a few days and it’s not because you’re mad or anything you just don’t feel like talking???
I am most happy when I’m in the shower or tub or pool actually I’m happy when I’m in any body of water Because I’m a Pisces and that’s what we do.
at least when you are hanging out with yourself, you get to pick the music
1000 ways to die makes death seem so creative when really I’m probably just gonna die from choking on a chicken nugget
Is anyone else completely terrified by the concept that you could, someday, meet someone who actually genuinely wants to spend the rest of their life in love with you?