go to sleep. don’t think about him. he’s never going to change. why can’t you just wrap your brain around the fact that he’s not the same person you fell for almost a year ago? he had the nerve to be a dick to you after all the shit he’s put you through.. so why in the hell are you still thinking about him while you lay in bed at night? remember all those things you shared with him? yeah, all those good times. those meant nothing. eleven months of your life have been wasted on some fucking junkie who never gave a shit about you. i deserved this. i must have done something. i always screw everything up somehow. always. why would this be any different? just go to sleep. don’t worry about how he never responded to your message. how you offered to go see him and he didn’t even respond. don’t think about how meaningless you are to him. stop, stop crying. remember, you deserve this, you worthless, meaningless whore. get over it. he has. he’s moving on with his life, why can’t you? you’re still stuck in the fantasy world where he actually cared about you. wake up, stupid. he never did, never will. not while there’s drugs to inject and prettier, all around better girls to be had. just go to sleep.

i hope someone breaks the living shit out of your heart.

(Source: rachelswonderland, via prettyhorror)

Emilee, I hope you allow me to come to your pawty because you’re beautiful. and because everyone else is going and I WANT TO BE COOL SO SO SO BADLY.

…I don’t think I’m even cool enough to be followed by emilee, so this post is almost entirely pointless.

sitting, smoking, feeling hiiiiggghhh

When did concerts become outings for too drunk college kids trying to get laid? What happened to appreciating music? Respecting the artists and all the work they put into their music? Not talking so loud that the crowd is louder than the band. Listening to the music is kind of hard when YOU CAN’T EVEN FUCKING HEAR THE MUSIC. I take partial blame, since I’m cheap and bought lawn seats.. But STILL. I only paid for a ticket to see Dave play, not a softcore porno in the making. Fuck the world, I hate what this fucking place is becoming.

I don’t know what I did to deserve this. I don’t know what I did wrong. What could have happened to make him feel that I don’t deserve an explanation? I must have done something, said something. It doesn’t make sense. People don’t just completely stop talking out of the blue with no rhyme or reason, do they?

I’m drunk and at a Dave Matthews Band concert whyyyyy is my life so beautiful

What a wonderful day :3 went out to lunch with my momma, now off to Jennifer’s office to meet all her special needs co-workers :) I’m so excited. Then after that, prom dress shopping in my favorite hippie town :D followed by lounging and smoking joints while preparing for the concert tomorrow. I love my life.

sheer-insanity:

today i had my tri-celebration for math (all 3 AP math classes eat together and party blahblahblah) and i sat with carly and courtney and i don’t know why i enjoyed it so much, but i love listening to them talk because i think they’re so cute and carly has the cutest smile…

dude! I had the shits earlier too! it was Luke’s cheese ball, that fucker >:( oh and little Logie guy, I love you and we should have conversations about Courtney almost dying, sex, and our hatred for STEM more often :3

let me post a bunch of unnecessary pictures of myself to keep myself occupied in the car. “C” for Carly :3

double dutch with a hand grenade