*giggles Drunkly And Rotates Over, Mumbling "you're Fucked" And Dropping Her Vodka Bottle*

For my Birthday. I want to die.

A suicidal soul

Wait you're grounded now? Shit who's going to get me my vodka? >~<

@ask-thegemstate @ask-aphohio @downstate-nys-blog are all grounded, go to your rooms.

The true bi/pan/ace agenda

-try not to get yelled at by straight people for not being straight -try not to get yelled at by gay people for not being gay -make sure no one finds out that we’re secretly dragons

Too true...

What I mean when I say “I can’t do that”- Anxiety Version:

I am unable to do that

I am too stressed out to do that

I cannot face the humiliation of attempting to do that

My body will physically not allow me to do that

I am on the verge of a panic attack

I cannot do that

What people hear:

I am unwilling to do that

I am just shy

I am overreacting

I am lazy

I need to get more experience in social situation to help my anxiety

I need a push

I don’t want to do that

Hehehe I will *glares and smiles at the guy who gulps and books it out the bar* Oh no you fucking don't! *her aim follows his movement and he's shot in the back of the head* oops I meant to hit him in the back of the leg *giggles drunkly and hops off the bar and slings the sniper on her back as she smiles weakly at Ida* You're not going to tell Monti are you??

Closed rp with raemoanenightinggal

Ida was awaken by her phone ringing. “Hello?” She asked sleepily, the voice of Bill the bartender from a bar that her friend and fellow state goes to. “Fine I’ll come and get her, just make sure she does not kill anyone” she said as she walked out her front door.

I... told you I didnt...want to hurt you... but I still made you cry.... I'm a fucking monster... I hurt you...again....please stop loving me... don't love a monster who can't love herself....

Raemaone Nightinggale

Inside my mind

(Arguement with me and me about my boyfriend and my mental state) Me: I love him… I’ll just wait till next month to hug him… Heart: he doesn’t love us… Brain: how about we start hugging Mr. Lust? He loves us more then (boyfriend)… Me: you two aren’t helping…. Heart and brain: dude you’re the unwanted one here. Heart: Brain shut up… you make us have severe depression… Brain: is that so?… why do you make her cry over (bf) every time he neglects us… hmm?… Depression: I think we should go back to bed…. Anxiety: but….. but…. we have…. school… to do… nononono please get up…. you’re making us look bad…. Family: grades need to be perfect. Me: fucking…. let me lay here…. AND DIE!!!!….

(I… have a problem… if you can tell….)

*Alyaska is found standing ontop of the bar holding her AK 47 sniper rifle, drunkly aimin the gun at a guy who looks like he's seen hell* TRY CALLIN ME A SLUT AND SEE IF YOU'LL LIVE!

Closed rp with raemoanenightinggal

Ida was awaken by her phone ringing. “Hello?” She asked sleepily, the voice of Bill the bartender from a bar that her friend and fellow state goes to. “Fine I’ll come and get her, just make sure she does not kill anyone” she said as she walked out her front door.

Reblog if you're not straight

что ебать вы скулить о Айдахо? *she's grumbles and rolls over mumbling in russian*

Closed rp with raemoanenightinggal

Ida was awaken by her phone ringing. “Hello?” She asked sleepily, the voice of Bill the bartender from a bar that her friend and fellow state goes to. “Fine I’ll come and get her, just make sure she does not kill anyone” she said as she walked out her front door.