but why do i say “i know” to my pets when they make noises. im lying to them. i don’t know anything.
I knew who I was this morning, but I’ve changed a few times since then.
primary source of income: when my mom gives me money to buy something and doesn’t ask for the change back
I hate it when you get too fucked up from drinking and then you can’t drink certain drinks anymore because it tastes like that time you almost died.
I gave you a second chance.
I ran back into a burning house
to save the things I loved.
My mental health has been going downhill again for quite a while but I can’t go to the doctors because I haven’t taken my medication since May and will just get moaned at, I’m such a fucking dick…
I’m not the same everyday. There are times where I’m loud and chatty, and there are times when I’m really quiet. I don’t think I can define myself.
honestly i hate when people try to sugar coat shit like if you don’t like me or don’t wanna hang or don’t wanna talk to me just fucking tell me don’t keep ignoring me and expect me to figure out the hint like that’s such a bitch ass move i’d rather hear it from you than be ignored 99% of the fucking time.