I swear to god, if tumblr gets censored because of Yahoo…
I can’t believe anyone when they say “I love you” anymore.
Nothing makes me get up faster than the sound of my microwave beeping.
The more we don’t talk, the more I break.
god i am so fucking ugly
In that “I want to kill myself” mood.
I WANT TO TALK TO HER SO BAD BUT I KNOW IT’S NOT A GOOD IDEA. HALP. :c
So I fucked up again, and I can never forgive myself this time.
Crying over someone who isn’t even yours.
I’m tired of this constant heart ache.
Self harm is a great way to start off the year.
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