Fuck it no ones gonna see this….
I want you a lot. Like a lot a lot. Recently, it’s all I’ve thought about. Youve had a chance too. You had a split second when you could have kept me behind the back house and it would have been just you and me. You fucking blew it though. Stop wimping out I’m getting so sick of this. please just makeout with me. It’s all I ask.
Hey.
I want you,
So stop being a pussy.
That night we lay down in the middle of the street because the asphalt seemed friendlier than the people we had to face. Hearts like hummingbirds we laid down to feel a rush but all we felt was the warmth of sun-drenched gravel and the calmness that washed over us like a drug
i would marry Tyler, the Creator in half of a heart beat. I just wish i could meet him because hes so fucking weird.
I took extra adderall because i have so much to do tonight so im feeling productive but i also feel completely helpless because of the overwhelming clutter and junk that is slowly filling my house. i feel disgusted because we have so much useless material possessions. I feel kind of panicky because it seems dirty and grimy with all this fucking useless junk. I wish i could throw things away. I wish i liked to clean out my room. Whenever my mother forces me to clean out my room, i get panicky and even cry because i hate to throw things away. Its like discarding memories…
I’m a fucking walking paradox.
WHAT THE FUCK. FUCK SCHOOOl
