Bones.

I hate first period. I am bored and tired and annoyed. I am paranoid about my friendships. I am hungry.

I’m terrified.

should've done something but i've done it enough, by the way my hands are shaking, rather waste my time with you.

The storm will pass.

I am incredibly sad and I cannot really see the keys to my phone because tears do that to you. I feel like I mess everything up, I feel like I am total scum, I feel like I am just not capable of doing anything right. And everytime I try to be happy there is just something that holds me back and I am tired of this empty hole in me. I am tired because no matter who enters my life or leaves my life or anything, I will always feel this emptiness. I am empty. I am filth. I do not even know how to explain the level of self pity I am feeling at the moment. I kee listening to That 70s song, not because I can connect to it, but for the time being it brings me some hapiness. I feel like watching Fight Club and rehearsing every linethat speaks true to me. I feel like dying.

my mom is trying to fix my comp so i have to post from my ps3 

it feels like i will eventually be replaced. idky. maybe it’s because im not really into raves and shit so idk. things just dont seem to be the same.

Marla's philosophy of life is that she might die at any moment. The tragedy, she said, was that she didn't.

(via fuckyeahfightclub)