I have lost the ability to care about things and that scares me.
I wanna like you, but you’re a cunt.
in real life the bad guy isn’t some creeper that sits in a dark cave twirling his mustache and plotting destruction. sure there are people like that, but for most of us, the bad guy is that little voice in the back of our heads whispering you can’t do it. you’re not good enough. why try? you’re gonna fail anyways
and, unfortunately, it’s really hard to tell that bad guy to fuck off.
sometimes I just feel so alone.
I have friends, but they just don’t fucking get it. Sometimes I feel like I really have no one.
I wonder, is this normal teenage angst
or is there something wrong with me?
height: 5’ 3”
birthday: December 8th
favourite colour(s): Purple, burgandy and gold
best school subject(s): English, History
mac or pc: I’m using a PC, but I have serious Mac envy
current shirt colour: I’ve got on a pink hoodie and gray shirt
eye colour: some shade of brown
day or night: Night
celebrity crush: Alex Gaskarth and Alex Day