Disrespecting her won’t get you far, dad.
You may be the one with the money but I’ll put her first any fucking day.
I’m soo happy about my first tattoo. I just wanna wear clothes that show it off. Not everyone likes it but I don’t really give a fuck because i love it.
If the time is right, I’m going to get my ass to a tattoo place and get my first tattoo all by myself. Terrified as shit!
Being invited to something I wasn’t going to be invited to in the first place because it “slipped.”
I don’t even know what to do with these friendships. Not having friends can get pretty lonely, but having friends is just annoying.
Why can’t I just be dead?
I’m finally at the clinic but they’re taking forever and my mom won’t stop complaining. I just need a bed and a nice blanket and weeks off work and school. That would be cool.
I’m not strong enough to live without my antidepressants. I don’t deal well with the little hardships. I feel lonely every second of ever day. I feel worthless and unloved. And I definitely wouldn’t be missed if I died.
I haven’t taken my antidepressants in over a week and I’m about to run that razor all over my body.
Woke up four times last night to wet sheets. Thought I had peed on myself but nope. I’m just sweating out my cold.