I can’t tell if I’m angry or upset but whatever this emotion is, it makes me want to run away from everybody I know and never see or hear of any of them again.
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I don’t want to see anyone. I lie in the bedroom with the curtains drawn and nothingness washing over me like a sluggish wave. Whatever is happening to me is my own fault. I have done something wrong, something so huge I can’t even see it, something that’s drowning me. I am inadequate and stupid, without worth. I might as well be dead.
Cat’s Eye, Margaret Atwood (via apathie)(Source: thechocolatebrigade)
June 29, 2011
YOU KNOW MY NAME;
NOT MY STORY
Alive but not living.
I’m probably the most unladylike immature person I know. I curse like a sailor and I sometimes like to drink milk from the box carton.
I’m most of the time weird and awkward. But I also think I’m hilarious. I seriously wonder why no one’s in love with me.
I can’t snap or whistle. I’m incapable of swallowing pills, capsules or tablets so I’m still on syrup.
Sometimes I think that the only thing that’s going right in my life is my hair.
