I’m just so done with living. Can I die please?
I’m going to make sure that I do this time.
A day that won’t mean anything to anyone but me. But it’s okay. Cause it’ll be the day I finally escaped this hell successfully!!
Goodbye (IK you’re sick of this/me anyway)
I quit. I quit I’m just done. I’m ready to tie the noose around my neck, kick the chair and blow my brains out. Yeah. Together. At the same time. Get it right for sure. I’m done playing fucking games. My mom wins, her boyfriend wins, his friends win, and my “girlfriend” wins. I can’t anymore. I’m done. Fucking done.
- me: pls god let 2014 be my year
- god: lmao
And it seems I am destined to lose.
The carnival is coming to town.
"If I met you in real life…" Finish it in my ask.
How do I uninstall anxiety
You hurt me so damn bad and I forgave you and then you just hurt me even worse.