July 2010
Can’t you take what’s left of me, can’t you take...
Jul 26th
LOLGUESSWHAT.
I’m a pimp, dude.
Jul 24th
Today.
Woke up at 3pm. Ate pizza. Made a couple bracelets. Took pictures. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Jul 19th
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Fucking, oh my god.
I can’t take people anymore. No one. So much stress. I’m on 3 medications, just got diagnosed with majorly depressive disorder and anxiety, wtf is that shit? Give me a fucking BREAK. People take me so lightly. And people always expect me to make the effort to hang out with them/call them to make plans, like. I’m busy, I’m going through stuff. I have no time for anything...
Jul 18th
I hate tumblin'.
No one reads this shit. Especially not mine, anyway. I bet Ashley will read this. MAYBE IF I PUT A HUGE PICTURE OF HER ON HERE SHE WILL. LET’S WATCH. You cute bitch.
Jul 17th
You know how phobia's are an extreme fear?
Do they have a word for extreme hate? Because I have an extreme hate. PEOPLE.
Jul 14th
Jul 11th
I'm not gonna lie.
I can’t stop crying. Yesterday was awesome, being away from home for a day. But coming back today… Made me remember why I left in the first place. All these fucking family issues, issues with Matt, the sleeping, the programs, the pills, everything. It’s tearing me apart. I can’t take it anymore…
Jul 11th
You know.
I can’t stand people anymore. My friends are illiterate assholes that don’t give a fuck about me anymore. They treat me like shit, along with everyone else. Fucking. My god.
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Jul 7th
Nyah, I'm with mai lovey.
And I have been for like 3 days. I love it. :33 I haven’t seen her in so long and I misssss her with the biggest passion ever. We’ve been apart for a while, and I hope she isn’t detaching from me. D: I love her. I love you Kittles <33 OH ALSO I HAD A PHOTOGRAPHER RAGE ON SUNDAY THE RESULTS WILL BE UP
Jul 7th
Jul 2nd
Psychiatrists think they know everything.
LOL, they think they can send me to a fucking partial program and expect me to get better. Put me on meds, and leave me alone. Jesus fuck. I refuse to go to a 6 hour program sitting in a circle talking about depression and cutting. Fuck. That. Flip side, I’m out of it, and I don’t need to go back. Go fucking figure. BOOBS
Jul 2nd
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