January 2010
33 posts
Bahaha I know the perfect place to take you. (:
jessicalovespink:
Why do my nights always end so badly? My home is the definition of depression. Night everyone. Pray for all my physical problems :/ And family problems. Everything’s just a mess. Take me on top of a mountain and just let me scream.
Senioritis isn’t just not wanting to do anything, it’s more about not caring about anything. And this lack of motivation is depressing.
“My biggest fault is believing that each time can be different. That’s why...”
So now we're screwing all consistency?
You unknowingly treat me like I’m a mere nuisance in your life. A bother in your day. What happened. It’s not a question. I don’t want to know the answer. You’re selfish. And you’re so bad for me. I jumped into this whirl of quicksand; fucked all precautions. It was my fault just as much as it was yours, if not more. I believe that. I knew what the conditions were....
I'm enjoying this.
Currently in a deviously evil mood. >:) Heh heh heh.
I don’t believe for one second that we didn’t have something special.
Never Love a Wild Thing
laurenlynn:
You know what’s wrong with you, Miss Whoever-You-Are? You’re chicken, you’ve got no guts. You’re afraid to stick out your chin and say, “Okay, life’s a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness.” You call yourself a free spirit, a wild thing, and you’re terrified somebody’s going to stick you in a...
Love <3
jessicalovespink:
llegarlinn:
my birthday depresses me. i’m not celebrating this.
:/ Dunno what’s going on but I say you still get your presents. Cuz I got part of it today for you<3
Aww, thanks Jess. You’re sweet.
my birthday depresses me. i’m not celebrating this.
I have enough intuition to foresee when promises don’t mean shit.
Why won’t these tears stop. Just stop. Stop. (Now.)
“This is a big fat ‘fuck you’ in the face.”
Work.
It’s a world of my own away from friends and friend and unpleasant matters, and it serves a purpose. It distracts me. My mind shuts off in the constant toil of physically doing something. I become robotic, and I don’t have to think anymore.
If you’re going to one-word me, don’t fucking talk to me.
I sped off at frightening speeds of 90 mph. You get to me. To the core. But then I realized I’ll probably kill myself and some innocent stranger who just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, so I braked. And I went to the park and parked on the edge of the cliff, and let the cool air wash away my dangerous thoughts. This was where we would go, but going back by myself was...
VOTE VOTE VOTE (: Type in 'University of... →
I wake up exhausted, and slip back into sleep so that the world cannot bother me with its nuisances and emotions. I am once more cocooned in my comfort of unreality.
We’re so fucking screwed up to each other.
“Life is like a transsexual stripper, you never know what you’re gonna...”
– I love WHAP.
Daniel, Karl, Karl, Mandy, and unknown.
Screwdriver.
You wouldn’t have cared if I crashed. So don’t give me crap for DD.
“You may now kindly go and fuck yourself. In other words, stop fucking with me.”
3000 miles:
I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately. And it’s mainly because I’m homesick. I’m already homesick. You gotta be freaking kidding me, right? Because if I already know how incredibly much I’m going to miss my life here, then how am I going to survive come September? September 3rd, that’s when I officially leave. And it feels too soon. I have big dreams, always...
+1 to my resolutions.
Have a productive year.