i can’t focus. i have a quiz in 24 minutes, and i can’t get myself to focus to even do the reading it’s going to cover. my head just hurts, and i can’t take this medication -_- because i can only take this pill every 3 weeks. i don’t know. and i feel meh. i feel sad. it’s not because of valentine’s day. i think valentine’s day is cute. i just… i feel out of body and not in a good way. “creator, destroyer” by angel olsen just started playing, and it’s so beautiful. i look so sloppy right now. i can tell i stand out. i live in a city where people just wear jeans and t shirts from hollister, and here i am in a black leather skirt shite sheer top that has a black bow at the neck, black converse, bright sea green headphones and my loooonggg hair, and ya. i feel myself stand out.

i was talking to maria yesterday. i’m so thankful for her.

i hope for the best for my friends.

i want to understand where i stand with people.

ok i have 30 minutes until the quiz… i should be able to cram. i really should, but it’s like i can’t. i’m trying and nothing is sticking and my head just burns. it feels like i’m wearing a crown of thorns and fire.

ahhh oasis started play. i can’t listen to depressing music when i feel sad. at least i shouldn’t. “here’s a thought for every man who tries to understand what is in his hands”

I wish i was better with words. i wish i can combine letters in a way that would make people really understand what i feel and think. that’s the biggest reason as to why i have so much respect for artists. i just find it to be such a gift how they can mold their emotions and fill the mold with words and like i can’t do that. i can’t express what i feel or think that well. i really wish i could. i mean we all know the words they use so why can’t i combine my vocabulary in a way that is just as magical as when they do it. no use.

tapping my toes. squinting my eyes. because it just hurts. it really does. i want to just cry or something. “as they took his soul they stole his pride”

so nauseous and dizzy. they’re fits and dizzy spells

god. 23 minutes.

woah, a really tall girl just walked past me. but i’m 5ft 2in

waua:

Can we cuddle?

In just our underwear, so our skin can touch? Can I hold you while you wrap yourself around me? I’ll play with your hair and drag my fingertips across your skin. I’ll peck at your neck while you giggle and tell me to stop. I’ll start nibbling on your neck a bit harder. You’ll watch in horror as i transform into a great white shark. I’ll then proceed to bite down on your body with my monster jaws and rip you apart. delicious.

(Source: laina)

i was diagnosed with ocd last week

i was reading about it last night and understanding just how serious it is

i lost my dog this morning

i’m scared. i’m terrified.

my family doesn’t know how to deal with me.

i don’t know what to do with myself. i am beside myself. i just feel sick.

i take comfort in this friend who barely… i don’t know. he took me to krispy kreme yesterday though.

i want to cry forever and i just wanted to stay in bed today and throw up on myself and decay.

yes, male friends… continue to whine, bitch and moan to me about how horny you are. please. also… those of you who are aware that i am in the same predicament and am ummm… A - FUCKING - TRACTRED TO YOU! get on it… Ok? These lumps are hot like warm bagels from Einstein’s. (just approach this opportunity like it’s a fucking 80% off sale at urban outfitters you fucker…)

and let’s not kid ourselves… we are both attractive.

fuck. it’s simple.

basic math.

male tongue + female tongue = MAKE OUT

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you guys i’m so sexually frustrated. i’m as dry as a sponge left in the desert that is located in the core of the planet. like fuck. help. if we hang out alone tomorrow i may just kiss him because i just don’t give much of a shit anymore, and he’ll stay my friend.

also to my followers, you can think i’m crazy. it’s ok.

(Source: huesosdesnudos)

It’s all fine and dandy until you meet a boy you like, and he doesn’t like you back ☺

(Source: huesosdesnudos)