planning my own relapse
sleep is always so difficult
what do i do after i flunk out?!?!?!//
ITS 223 IN THE MORNING SHUT THE FUCK UP, BIRD
im like 60% sadness and 40% bad jokes
maybe i’m still single because i didn’t forward that chain email to 17 of my closest friends 5 years ago
that’ll explain the little girl with no eyes at the end of my bed too
who even has 17 friends?
all i want right now is for someone to hold me in their arms and tell me everything will be ok
fall, bang my head, drown in a puddle, become a liquid
