February 2012
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I love my really old beat up yellow converse. They’re so old that they’re pretty much molded into the shape of my feet and they’re not even that yellow anymore; but they’re not dirty. Just old. They remind me of two summers ago and being home.
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I am now obsessed with The Hunger Games.
seriously does anyone have the second book?!
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I’m really high and all I want is nachos omg
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wake up mad.
feel miserable all day, don’t talk about what’s bothering me, act like everything’s okay, file it with all the other things I ignore to make this work. let it fester and rot inside of me. try to drown it. push my food around my plate. pick at my nail polish. blow up at the small things that don’t matter. watch you walk away. get that really awful falling feeling in the pit...
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"if this gets 69768 notes by tomorrow I promise I...
if I see another one of these I’m going to fucking scream.
if one person needing you isn’t good enough, 5,000 more people won’t make a difference.
grow up and stop posting this shit.
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being at home is weird.
I don’t have a room anymore. my sister moved her new furniture into my old room, but her old room still has all her stuff in it so I slept on the couch.
I was looking forward to coming home so badly and now I just don’t know.
and it sucks because my boyfriend is out partying with his friends and I wish he would’ve invited me because it’s so awkward here.
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I had pancakes and bacon for dinner. be jealous.
