“I’ve made it. I’m a flower. I don’t sleep. I don’t shower. I masturbate twice every hour. And my bands sick, cause my heads sick. I get drunk and I’m reckless. Stalk my twitter. Stan my bullshit. This is 30. SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH ME”
You know, it’s just Fucking tough is all…I get home from a long shift and there’s no body there…to even just say hey. And I sit there wondering why I’m working so fucking hard??? Cause it’s not just for me…if it’s just for me, then what’s the point?…
Cam and I are arguing over if Frank Castle is a (super hero/anti hero) and I’m LITERALLY getting triggered cause he knows nothing about this shit 💀😂💀😂💀
I'm older, I got wrinkles
I still complain and get pimples
I miss when everything was simple (ooh, ayy)
The sex passed too fast
I ask, "How long did your ex last?"
I'm fuckin' worthless, I'm unhappy
This is thirty…
And I’m pretty fucking sure im this upset (on the verge of crying about food 😂) because I haven’t eaten all day and I had a queso bacon burger…I’m actually just hangry cause I haven’t eaten but holy shhhhhiiiiiiiet, I’m so mad dude. Fuck my fat ass life hahahahaha
Holy shiiiiit I’m so upset rn. Ffs. And like…it’s nobody’s fault but mine. I’m literally crying cause I just lots 30 dollars worth of food. Holy fuck…and that may not seem like much but when you’re broke, daaaaaamn. That shit sucks. And the kicker???? I LITERALLY
Had one fucking bite of my food. It was completely my fault. And yes, I’m sad because I lost food…BUT 30 DOLLARS WORTH OF FOOD??? Come the fuck on Vic, omfg.
“I’ve longed to feel at home.
Oh I hate my skin ,I wanna crawl out of my bones.
Only when your hand brushes my face.
I don’t feel so bad, I don’t feel so out of place”