December 2011
November 2011
likespancakes:
I’m so bored of school. I wanna have fun i don’t want to spend my life memorizing things and writing essays. I just wanna dance.
I’m sorry. I regret it. I really do. You don’t undertand. I know you don’t and you know it, too. It’s just, ah. forget it. It doesn’t matter. Really. It doesn’t.
I like seeing people naked. Is that so wrong?
So now I’m told that this is life, and pain is just a simple compromise-so we can get what we want out of it.
Fuck this.
What is motivation?
I just need to go. Far away from everything.
I can’t even. I just, I can’t do this anymore. I feel like I’m suffocating. Fuck this. Fuck you. Fuck everything. You expect shit to be peachy and happy, don’t you? Well, it’s fucking not okay. I’m not okay. I don’t like you. You’ve changed. Yeah, I know what everyone is gonna say, “It’s because of her brain injury. She can’t...
