March 2012
3 posts
self harm awareness day.. celebrating with a relapse
i wish you texted me back last night. even a simple goodnight.
i had a meltdown and you were the only person i wanted to talk to.
but i feel like you’re ignoring me, and i dont know why.
Tomorrow is selfharm awareness day. Reblog if...
why
why cant i just be happy?
ive got a great life.
blessed to be apart of this family, i have great friends.
i go to an all around good catholic school and ive got a promised future ahead of me.
i have people who love me. and i have so many opportunities.
but why, why is it so hard at the end of the day for this smile to be genuine?
i am so sick and tired.
what is stopping me from being...
if someone gave me the opportunity right now to run away and leave everything behind, i would take it.
venting................
curiosity-killedyou:
YOU’RE A DOUCHE BAG AND YOU DON’T DESERVE ANY OF THIS. literally everything is handed to you. you’re a fucking asshole and I hate you.
leap year
shits kinda cool.
i hate you
i hate you
i hate you
would like to go play in traffic.
i am happy throughout the day, but when i get home my mind cant help but think of all the things i want but cant have.
like all the cute backpacks from urban outiftters.
or a fresh, brand new start where no one knows my name or my story.
im greedy. and unappreciative.
there is a random asian lady arguing with my parents down stairs…. wut.
“if you could pick any word to describe me after today what would it be?”
”fun”
February 2012
442 posts
I want him to tell me i’m pretty
and i want to believe it.
dont tell me, show me
katyeatworld asked: You look stunning in that dress girl!
8 minute abbs ow.
motivation
today a man told me he knew i was always happy and smiling and he hoped it was genuine and real.
he also told me i was a wonderful person, and he trusted me like his daughter.
i want to be a better person for this man. more real, and an all around better version of myself.
