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That awkward fucking moment where someone asks who your best friend is and all you can think is….FUCK. 
That person doesn’t even exist anymore.
So sick of the loneliness…
Fine, leave me, but did you really have to take my best friend too? 

To bath or not to bath….that is the question for tonight. Hmm…

To bath or not to bath….that is the question for tonight. Hmm…

Really?

"Psychotic depressive state"? Shouldn’t you be happy? Isn’t that why you fucking abandoned the person who loved you the most, so you could be free?

Don’t even try to start a pity party or get me started on being psychotic and depressed. Just remember you made that choice.

Someone is full of it.

 

All I want to do is movie marathon, but I’m running out of interesting movies….ALMOST wish I had cable. A tiny bit… 

All I want to do is movie marathon, but I’m running out of interesting movies….
ALMOST wish I had cable. A tiny bit… 

I can’t keep up a blog to save my life.

So screw that, I’m not gonna focus on trying to force myself to write, if it comes naturally, then NEAT. 

BUT, I am definitely going to post at least one photo every day, so I can take all of this neat crap off of my computer, and have it all in one place. 
Yay.

 

I hate your fucking guts, I hate your face, I hate everything about you and everything you are and how I have absolutely no control over your shitty actions. 

I can’t blame my problems on you, but I am alive and free to feel, and, it feels good. 

I am the better person, and I don’t even need anyone else to tell me that. I will come out of this ten times stronger than before. Success is is the best revenge, and I’m ready to succeed. 

Fuck your everything, I’m ready to live.