I miss my best friend(s)
When I die
When I die, show my family and friends this. They’ll finally understand what I went through. And I’ll feel happy. I know that.
I hope jimmy holds sami’s hand at my funeral. Because I won’t be there to hold either of their hands.
I just realized I’m no longer addicted to cigarettes. Even though that sounds good, I’ve also realized I like much stronger shit now
oh the irony of cutting lines with your psychologists’ business card
fuck me. fuck my life. fuck everything
i come to you to tell you i’m struggling and not happy and maybe this isn’t the best time for me to be doing what i’m doing and you just beat me down and berate me. thank you, now i know why i don’t normally talk to you
Real friendship is when your friend comes over to your house and then you both just take a nap.
i love this
i miss this…