Does anyone else lie in bed at 2:30am filled with the crippling fear that they’re never going to accomplish anything in life and fail miserably or is that just me

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I wish I wasn’t so annoying like I even piss myself off

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kinda wanna get laid kinda wanna sleep

Me every night

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The hardest thing about depression is that it is addictive. It begins to feel uncomfortable not to be depressed. You feel guilty for feeling happy.

-Pete Wentz (via i-m-i-r-r-e-l-e-v-a-n-t)

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I’m just a needy piece of shit that needs constant reassurance that I’m wanted

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I want spontaneous. I want different. I want to rebel. I don’t want to be predictable or traditional. I don’t want to make everyone else happy. I want to be happy. I don’t care about following the rules, fuck em. What does it matter now anyways? I want to be yours and you be mine. With everything else falling apart around us, what else do we have? I don’t know what I have to prove or what I have to do…or what else I have to say. I’m following you anywhere. I’m giving it all up for you. What else can I do? What can I say?

I think one of the worst things is when someone says something to you and it hits a spot inside of you. And they forget about it faster than they said it. And you’re just left to deal with those words. On your own. Painfully. They simmer for hours, sometimes days, and you know it’s coming. You know they will eat at you for a while. And at first, you won’t know what’s the matter. But then you’ll put it together. And you’ll have the words repeat in your head. Over and over. Almost engraved. Until the only cure is sleep. Although you cannot escape the words even in your slumber, you know it’s not reality. And so maybe. It was all just a dream really. And then you wake up. And it hits you all over again.

I don’t even know what’s wrong :(

I’m jealous. I easily get upset. I’m depressed. I’m sad. I’m insecure. I’m bi-polar. It sucks.
Cleaning my car today, reading my book, and running helped a bit though. Gonna paint my nails and cuddle with my piggie.






a soulmate is a person that won’t complain about any of my music when i put my ipod on shuffle

i complain about my own music when its on shuffle what are you talking about

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