I can’t stop playing Vesuvius and I also can’t stop messing with the rubber bands between my teeth. These rubber bands are eating my soul, yeah, that’s it. I heard some sad news today and I have yet to come up with a way to think of it. It’s so bad, I just don’t know.
“I’m an artist. I find beauty where most people don’t,” he said to his ugly girlfriend.
nothing like being at lunch talkin 2 ur bro about teen things then seeing that bitch with whom u fuck not on a real relationship type level but just kind of like on a “im a super saiyan goon and she’s bulma” type platform walk by and just thinkin “man, that’s my bitch. i mean not officially not according to facebook but essentially that’s my bitch according to all bitch standards and procedures and pre-requisites. at the end of the day. brah that bitch is mine.”
great feeling u feel like Aaron Rodgers in the 4th
if you don’t want to see somebody at school, don’t go to school!!
you know that if you spend your shower crying and whispering to yourself that you’re not crazy means that you’re crazy.
wow i didn’t know it was possible to feel this much hatred for myself
hopefully dying in my sleep tonight