:(

I feel like shit. 

I want to puke. 

I am oh so very angsty.

I want to melt into my bed.

This happens every fucking time.

Can’t I just get something done right?

Please?

I hate everyone at my school because none of them are my friends. I sit there and judge them. And it’s fucking wonderful. I wish I could clone myself and talk to me so I could laugh at my own fucking hilarity. …… I kinda lost where this was going. Whatever. 

Angst.

lyingmilkshakes:

When people put up photos of burning chairs, and in an attempt to be romantic, put the caption “I wish I was with him…Cuddling.”

Okay, go ahead. Cuddle in the fire. It would be a lot less annoying.

I feel like shit. Not physically, just in every other way.

Sorry for the angst.

I just want it all off. Everything.

Go away.

Let’s pretend I don’t have feelings.

Seems like you’ve taken a head start.

I really hate being a teenage girl.

My mind is running at wild, and I can’t fucking stand anything right now. I just want to be completely alone. But I want to cuddle. But I want to be with EVERYONE. My mind can’t decide a DAMN THING. I don’t understand anything that’s going on.  I’m usually soooo good at understanding things, people, and emotions; but my own are so completely Jovian to me.  I want to be able to just shout everything that I feel but I don’t even know what I’m feeling. 

SO. MUCH. FUCKING. ANGST.

And now I’m afraid of everything. Of change. Of forgetting. Of leaving my room. Of being with people that used to mean the WORLD to me, and now they can’t even say TWO FUCKING SENTENCES to me. Yeah, thanks. That was just dandy.  I should just stop giving a crap. But my mind won’t let me.

I want out. Of everything. Of my mind.

She had it right.

I need to read something by someone crazy.

Oh Plath, here I come.