February 2012
I tripped again yesterday.
Shrooms are my favorite, now.
C:
you do not need anyone else to be happy. my dash is too full of mushy shit.
Some people deserve to be miserable.
i hate how i’m depressed and theres no music i can listen to that can relate to it enough to help.
i can’t stop crying, i hate this.
having testicles does not make you superior. get over yourself.
TOOK SOME BEANIE WEANIES MISTA!
i just want you in my arms again. i keep trying to mess myself up so that i forget, so that i can move on but i can’t. nobody knows, nobody understands. And I want is to be back where we were together but I know I won’t see you again for years, if I even get to see you at all and it’s killing me.
it’s killing me.
