Sometimes you stop talking to someone because you keep telling yourself that if they wanted to talk to you, they would.
I wish I could illegally download clothes
my mom taught me the therapeutic power of cleaning. open all the windows. throw out the old. wipe down the entire house. burn some incense. roast some coffee. then rest. that way the tears from last night don’t feel as heavy.
I have two moods
One is highly sophisticated intellectual who goes into complex thoughts and is always moody and deep
the other is an immature 5 year old that doesn’t know how to control herself or her language or her actions
there is no inbetween
sometimes my laptop gets really hot and starts burning my leg but i fight through the pain because i am a blogging warrior
i don;t even know why i stay up late all i do is find new ways to hate myself
in movies when kids sneak out through their windows and im just like why dont you have screens in your windows who doesnt have screens in their windows what do you just let bees and bugs and birds and shit fly into your room what the fuck
this is why you guys had the black plague.