I'm worn out. It's only Tuesday.

And I feel like I need to tell one of my friends something that’s REALLY bothering me, but we all know I’ll chicken out.

….. fucking coward.

I can't handle being on here.

It’s only Monday and I already feel like shit. This is gonna be a wonderful fucking week.

Bye.

There's this thing called fun.

Can you please have some of it? Maybe you’ll lighten up a bit. Okay.

I'm so stressed.

Hello weed? Where are you at? Hello weed?

My gums hurt.

I have a haircut appointment in 30 minutes.
My stomach hurts.
I have a choir concert tonight.
Meow.
Simon is fucking cute.
When he sings, he’s even cuter.
12345678910. I just counted to ten.
I dressed up as a cowboy/mexican/creep today at school for a skit.
I’m afraid Miriah is gonna fuck up my hair.
I like the stupidness of this post.
I love you.


Bye.

Being compared to her.

How the fuck is that even close to fair? Two words for you: fuck you.
Let those words synch in. Thank you.

I feel so empty.

…it feels good.
K gooooooooodbye.

I think I'll try defying gravity and you won't bring me down.

i'm sick of not being enough

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