person: canadians scare me, and piss me off
me: people scare me and piss me off. the part of the world that they come from has nothing to do with it.
i'm bad at leaving voicemails, okay?! that's why i...
.. just leave me alone. -___-
i could really use a wish right now..
just one.. please?
hahaha, why even bother?
it’s not like people are ever honest with each other on facebook! it’s not like anyone ever updates their status with anything real! hahaha. yeah. FUNNY stuff, guys.
i'm not valid.
that is all.
story of my life.
i was going to look up something very important on google, but i of course already forget what i was going to look up.
maybe it was a dream?
no.. it couldn’t have been a dream. i have the history in my call record.. last night, was definitely not a dream.
ever have days where you're like, how is this even...
I’m having one. meh. i need to take a nap, but I can’t sleep. I didn’t get enough sleep last night. i won’t get enough sleep tomorrow night either. I hope I make it.. I really do. I’m not even with it.. my thoughts are coming dangerously close to erupting through the fabric of my mind.. oh, gosh.. what am I coming to? how is this even possible?
i need to go eat something before i pass out..
.. the eff. i have a headache and i feel gross and my stomach is like, ‘EAT SOMETHING’.. so, i’m going to go eat. even though supper time isn’t for another hour yet. i wish i could just wait it out, meh. but i can’t.. he wouldn’t be happy if he heard i was doing this to myself..
.. every time i knit for someone, they leave.
well. not every time. aside from family members, there’s only one person i’ve knitted for, who hasn’t ended up leaving. it kinda.. sucks. because then i think about my knitting being all shoved aside and sad somewhere, when i put my stupid time and effort into making something pretty for a close friend.. and then the friendship gets shoved aside, too. gosh. /:
and i guess, that this is how things end.
or is it an ending? maybe it’s only a beginning.. who knows.
Suicide is the third leading cause of death for...
Reblog if you're unattractive and single.
.. and just when you think that you've got it bad,
you hear someone else’s side of things, and you realize that things could be much, much worse. that’s all.
i'm going to say this now, and i only want to say...
i do not like it when men tell me to make them sandwiches. that question pisses me off. it makes me feel like i’m not being taken seriously, no matter how jokingly the original question was asked.
the girl inside of me is crying again..
and i don’t know why.. and i can’t figure out how to make her stop..
time to ask myself a bunch of very important...
questions like, ‘dang, what do i want right now anyway? pasta, or another PBnJ?’ but, really.. i have some thinking to do. again. whoopee.
we are in love, haven’t you heard.. how we rock each other’s world?– avril lavigne
stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid.
seriously. :[ i can’t even eat anymore without feeling sick. why are you doing this to me..
i need to be held, now.. just something, anything,...
.. just read something really horrible, and meh. it has me feeling really uneasy..
look at all the fucks I give!
how many compromises do I have to make? why can’t I establish boundaries without being yelled at to go along with it..? dhahrkaidnea, FML.
that is all. :s
look at me, pathetically crying like this..
it’s only North Carolina, it’s not like she’ll never be back.. but she’s leaving again, and this poor excuse of a town seems so much lonelier and emptier now..
you, say, that i’m messin’ with your head.. [:– avril lavigne
this is t3h sux.
I’m going to bed early, that way I won’t have to think.. maybe I’ll get 10 hours of sleep, that’d be nice.
*le human paper shredder
dang, i had quite a few things that just shouldn’t ever be looked at again.. who knew?