It’s hard to do when I’m always so busy. I don’t want to work. I don’t want a job. I don’t want a GED. I don’t want a car. I don’t want a home. I don’t deserve any of this stuff. I barely want to exist. The only reason I manage to get up in the morning is because I have to work hard so no one will worry about me, so I don’t worry anyone again. But now, I’m losing it. I spend my nights alone in my thoughts. I think about the people I’m afraid to miss, the way things use to be, and how I’ve realized that I’m slowly pushing everyone away from myself. I’m lonely, but I don’t want friends or to be close to someone ever again. I’m a huge contradiction. I’m scared.

Maybe I’ll regret this post tomorrow, but maybe I won’t. Here I am posting nonsense. Maybe you don’t care.. maybe you do. I just wanted to rant…

therealhamster:

“i am so fucking done” i say as i pull myself from the oven. i have been cooked to perfection

touchmeam0re:

゜・。。・゜☆゜・。。・゜☆ ゜・。。・゜☆ ゜・。。・゜☆ ゜・。。・゜

how about you shut the fuck up and let me do what i want (◡‿◡✿)

゜・。。・゜☆゜・。。・゜☆ ゜・。。・゜☆ ゜・。。・゜☆ ゜・。。・゜

Anonymous asked: Why so sad. You looked like you were doing ok for awhile

Really? I think I’ve been the same as always. ╯︿╰

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I feel like I’m falling apart. Every day is so busy, every night is so restless. I’m tired, but I can’t sleep. Fuckin’ sucks.