It’s kind of hard for me to believe that you are referring to me when everyone is pushing y’all together. I can’t be confidant enough to believe it is me. 

You can joke about it all you want, regardless it’s true.



It’s time

I don’t know how to express these emotions. I tried crying, feeling angry, tried putting a smile on my face… but nope. I just have no emotion. Nothing to say. I just don’t understand why people have to be cruel. What’s the point? What do you get out of it?

I’m ready to go back home now. 


describe me the way an author would in a book


No Point.

I feel like I was rude to you after I told you that soccer is more exciting than baseball and I owe you an apology. Then I think of how dinner turned out. You sat with me after you saw me sitting by myself and I thank you and you ate your plate of food and left. You ate some more at a different table and left your crap at the previous table. I’m annoyed of people who do this.

Part of me wonders if you sat next to me because you felt bad that I was sitting alone but there was another plate on the table and someone’s items… so it was clear that there was another person there. A different part of me is trying to figure out how we even became friends.

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The thought of me not waking up tomorrow is not scary it’s just shocking.

I feel like I’m bound to die soon. I always think what if it had been me to get sick. That thought strolls around more than it should. 



In the end, you have to choose whether or not to trust someone.
― Sophie Kinsella (via psych-quotes)

(via returnforgrace)


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armadillo:

"And then Deborah was like"

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