I wonder how many people I can make angry at me. Or “disappointed” in me. At least some of them can actually say “hey, you hurt my feelings.”
Being upset is tiring. My whole body aches from it.
I’m deleting twitter, Facebook, and tumblr from my phone. The whole passive aggressive thing doesn’t suit me. Maybe it’s all my fault, but I don’t feel like myself. This isn’t me. And these stupid networking sites are making it worse.
(via znbwgl)
Maybe I can steal my brother and leave this place. I’ve got no reason to stay.
Clearly something is wrong when candy can’t cheer me up.
(Source: meowmeowpow, via bloodbunny)
(Source: dalby92)
Pushing people away. My specialty.
This week officially won. Maybe the JW won actually.
I feel like I’ve sold my soul to that place.
Or maybe I traded my friends for my job. Its apparent not many people can deal with the fact that I’m always working. I’m sorry to everyone of you.
(Source: amelieindeed, via demiilauren)
I can babble a little.
