My dad is the only person I know well enough to talk to about my poo. Sounds gross, but it’s an intense bond.
my art productivity has gone up so high since tumblr has become un-blocked.
what the fuck does that tell you horry county?
now unblock deviant art and flickr. then we’ll be straight.
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God damn it. God damn, god damn.
I really want to be special, I want to be needed. I want to be loved, I want to be cherished. I want to be good enough.
Bottom line is I’m not.
I’m just going to keep writing about how sad I am.
I’m fucking sad.
Should I give up right now?
I don’t want to get hurt.
Social media ruins relationships.
Tonight I cried more than I have in a while. The things that bring me comfort filled me with complete distain, and I can’t say I know what to do about it. I’ve been so happy lately, I’ve wanted what I have and I thought my love life was in order. I might be oblivious and jaded so I refuse to notice when the other isn’t happy. then when I heard otherwise I didn’t know what to make of it. Even still, having thought about it for a couple hours, I don’t know what to say about it. I don’t know how someone could look at me and ask me to not be upset, when they tell you it isn’t exciting enough. I didn’t know.
I was so tough, I didn’t show how sad I was, I didn’t cry in front of anyone. But I wish he would have seen the sadness in my eyes and held me. I wish it would have been different. I wish the conversation didn’t happen. I wish I didn’t have a reason to worry. I wish promises were kept. I wish I was wanted. More than anything, I wish I was wanted.
I’m really just waiting for my drivers license and money.
And boobs. Someone send me boobs.
