March 2012
February 2012
baked. awesome.
can i see your tattoos
i suppose.
i'm so tired and frustrated and tired.
i don’t even remember how many times i’ve written about how everything has fallen to shit.
i can’t take it anymore. i can’t stand these people. no one is the same.
nothing is real.
i hate that i’m losing myself and compromising who i am just to be in a fucking high school show. and i never expected it all to be like this, this used to bring me joy.
now i just feel anything but.
and i blame everyone, including myself.
