tristanbelegit:

I hate Bananas.
But this is cute.

I’m pretty sure I’ve fallen apart.

I’m like done?

I wish..

I wish I had somebody to talk to … I feel like I have no one … I hate the mixed feelings I dwell in. How annoying does it get to have to lie all the time to cover up the flaws you know will turn into arguments. I can see through lies like plastic. I must be completely oblivious to think that you you like me.

Fuckles :(

i hate when people tell me to calm down…

Wait till you really fuck up. I won’t be here like I’ve always been.

I can’t figure it out

I can’t figure out why I just stood in the mirror and looked at myself contemplating on why I hate my body so much.

Dick marshmellow.

If I ignore this kid it doesn’t mean I’m mad at him. It means somethings wrong. But clearly he only cares about himself because in the end when I do decide to texts him he’ll just be like “k” or “mm”. He doesn’t even bother to ask what’s wrong.

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