I am not a “fucking bitch” :<
Me: I'm making cookies.
Me: Guess what kind
Jake: Chocolate chip?
Me: OMG, you know me so well!!!!.... just kidding, you're completely wrong.
Jake: :( oatmeal?
Me: God its like we aren't even friends...
What is this sneaking sadness that too often...
Where does it come from? I have no reason to feel so desolate, and yet, it never fails to ruin a perfectly fine night. I don’t think it’s depression, because I have seen depression first hand. It seems to be something different- a beast of a different bread. A kind of longing; a desire that cannot be filled. It remains unknown to me, and therefore, unknown to those around me. I feel...
joshicle: the first time i heard “hey you should make a tumblr” i should have said no and saved myself when i had the chance
I hate being the last one awake. I’ll just listen to sad music and cry. And you’ll sleep soundly.
I'm stupid and never learn from my mistakes
Why do I bother coming home? It leads to sever depression and loneliness. I just end up laying in bed with my computer, listening to depressing music and dreading my decision. I’m stupid and never learn from my mistakes. This never goes the way I want it to.
dictionaryofobscuresorrows: n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic nod, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone.
I hate when I get to class early and still get a shitty seat… Bullshit. Also, when I see someone from high-school that I didn’t like and she’s in my class…. Can’t everyone from high-school just die?
gossipgran: the worst thing in the world is when everyone loves the person you hate
I thought you were being sincere. Turns out you are just high. It’s funny because its not.
I’m going to pretend that didn’t just offend me…
Walking home from work
Walking home alone after work at 10:00 pm is kinda scary. So I pretend like I’m texting people who would notice if I didn’t respond in 5 minutes and would then call the police. Hopefully that will keep all the robbers and rapists at bay. PROTECT ME TUMBLR!!!
Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away Now it looks as though...– The Beatles
thanks life, thanks.
WHY IS TIME GOING BY?! WHY CAN’T WORK JUST NOT EXIST?!?! WHY DOES IT KEEP GETTING CLOSER TO 7:30?!?! I DON’T WANT TO DO THIS. I DON’T LIKE LIFE ANYMORE. WHY DOES KOREY HAVE STUPID ART CLASS WITH ALL OF HIS STUPID ART FRIENDS FROM STUPID LAST SEMESTER? WHY DIDN’T THEY ALL JUST DIE OVER WINTER BREAK?!? NOW KOREY IS GONNA HANG OUT WITH THEM ALL THE TIME LIKE THEY’RE ALL...