May 2012
a fucking mess.
Ugh, this is all just too damn much right now. I feel head fucked, emotionally fucked… I feel like an absolute fucking mess. I hate the month of May and most especially my birthday. It never fails that something fucked up always happens. On my 10th birthday, I was told that my mother’s cancer had come back and it was too late for any doctor to do anything about it. On my 10th birthday,...
Chris: Jal, can't we just- I don't know what I'm meant to say! Jal, look at me. I was perfectly happy killing myself. All right? But then you asked me to try. And for the first time in my life, it felt like someone actually gave a shit, and that that person was worth trying for. And now... I'd fucking, I'd make the world record biggest sandwich if you asked me to. I'd kick old grannies in the tits, I'd fill the river with Panda Pops!
“do you know what hurts most about a broken heart? not being able to remember how...”
– (via billiessadab)
Franky: " Oh, that's right, just run away! "
Nick: " I wish I fucking could! But I can’t. ‘Cause you’re in here. And here. And part of me would give anything for you to just disappear, just be fucking.. gone. There’s a tiny part. The rest of me… the rest of me would take even this, even this shit feeling right now, over any other feeling about any other girl. Because compared to this, I haven’t felt a single fucking thing in my life. "
Skins has taught me so.so.much… lmao.
SKINS UK (8
FINALLY on season 6 of Skins UK. But I’m taking my time in watching each episode because season 7 (the final season) won’t be aired until friggin’ next year. -_- Fuck, I love this show. I literally do nothing but watch Skins all day or until I have to go to work or church. I even watch some episodes while I’m at work! Lol. I don’t care, I’m a losah. (8 I wuv...
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birthday month.
Won’t get my hopes up. It’ll be shit like every other year in the past. Woot.
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trillex:
i wuzz happi
den i realyze
im outta chikken nuggets
den i start contemplatin dem lyfe struggles
I can’t get the thought out of my head about how whenever something bad happens you automatically get angry with me and put me at fault. There’s never an “at least you’re okay” or “are you okay?” I just don’t get you people. It’s like I’m nothing but a burden to all of you. And then you wonder why I want to die so bad. Then you wonder why...
April 2012
