today my art teacher started drawing something on the board and said “im not an artist so” but then she realized what she was saying and sat down
— Mal (@gangsstacatt)
Those people who constantly reblog your stuff but you never really talk:
I feel everything.
I don’t know which is worse."
— 2 am thoughts (via brokenboob)
Shld have left it died when it was dying yrs ago, now I’m stuck the pain and there’s nothing to be done about it now.
Sick. Hurt. Embarrassed. Crazy. Sad, every fckn thing all in one - I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore. If i had listened to my friends I wouldn’t be up at 5 am writing heart broken post and heart broken txts to blocked number. Maybe this is what I needed to see that I shld leave well enough alone, bt what happens when you didn’t want too… You get forced to !
fighting back soooo many tears!
waking up cold: alright I need more blankies
waking up hot: covers thrown everywhere. sweat behind the kneecaps. 3 dead. the pillow is the sun. critical condition.