I want to be loved more than I want to be alive I want to be loved more than I want to be alive I want to be loved more than I want to be alive I want to be loved more than I want to be alive I want to be loved more than I want to be alive I want to be loved more than I want to be alive I want to be loved more than I want to be alive I want to be loved more than I want to be alive I want to be loved more than I want to be alive I want to be loved more than I want to be alive I want to be loved more than I want to be alive I want to be loved more than I want to be alive I want to be loved more than I want to be alive I want to be loved more than I want to be alive I want to be loved more than I want to be alive I want to be loved more than I want to be alive
No one will ever love me as much as I love them, and it hurts more than anything in the world.
so does everyone have random impending doom or
do you guys also ruin every good thing in your life or is that just me
when tumblr dies i'll live under your bed and you can say out loud what you would post and i will say LIKE or REBLOG it'll be just like we're still here
it is 11:40pm. i logically know that my friends are asleep and not deliberately ignoring me. does that stop the mean angry gnome in my brain from telling me they despise my existence in their lives? absolutely not
and the worst part is that the only person i have to talk to, is said mean angry brain gnome. π
because everyone else is asleep. π
its called to be FORCEfem but some of yall have clearly never held a gun to a boys head and asked him if he knows how to beg in a girls voice and clicked the hammer down on an empty chamber before she could say anything causing her to piss herself and throw up cuz she thought for a moment she was already dead.
you cant build a girl out of a working guy. you gotta break the dude first so you can build the woman out of the resulting pieces. smh this is like 101 i stg im starting to doubt yall ever read books
am letting tumblr decide, should i get high on klonopin tonight? ππ
it is a very lonely existence when no one bothers to talk to me anymore
rb to tell prev they're being so brave right now and pat their head a little please
Someone please tell me this isnβt an original experience.. do you ever get so insanely infatuated with someone (who you donβt necessarily know super well/like that much) that you crave validation from this person to the point that if they look at you wrong or say one wrong thing you convince yourself they hate you and start deeply hating them and any little thing they say can send you into a mental breakdown ?? No just me?? Ok.