It’s my birthday. My birthday makes me anxious.

I fucking hate this time of year. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. My birthday is so soon

This is sad so don’t read it but I’m so fucking sick of my chest feeling hollow and my wrists burning I am so fucking sick of my chest feeling hollow and my fucking wrists fucking provoking me
My wrists zing and my fucking chest feels like its made of wood???????

I’m sorry

im sad because no one cares about me and i dont knw what to DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO boys only use me its hella wrong and im fucked up i need 78 million cigarettes in my eyes like RIGHT now?????????????????????

My best friend is coming to visit me in New York tomorrow that is all that matters.
I feel like the underdog all the time I want to fucking not.
Boys are mean to me I don’t know what to do to stop it.

"I don’t love you anymore"

I am going back into the city tomorrow night. Bless.

I need to get laid.


The fact of the matter is I would have sex with someone upon first meeting them if they were just so fucking cool and nice and everything went well.

That’s how you know I’m thirsty. I usually ruin everyone’s life and don’t even suck ur dick even if u eat me out.

I’m evil but this world is turning me into a softy.