March 2012
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February 2012
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this town.
i honestly fucking hate nanuet.
everyone is a fucking asshole. no one could give two shits about anyone. high school changes everyone and people you always thought wouuld be there for you, leave you.. alone.
everything is different now. and i don’t know if i like it or not. i am a person that hates change. like now i’m the girl who’s dad died, that takes everything the wrong...
"pain makes your stronger"
i honestly believe that. i love pain. it makes me like able to handle things. like i love pain. i inflect pain on myself in different ways, cutting or piercing my ears, just to take it out and watch it bleed. i am kind of a sick person. but i like pain. i want to get tattoos, and my mom said i can, i want them for a reason, in memory of people but also for the pain. to help me.
cause i am still...
2 months.
its been 2 months since i’ve actually talked to you. i cant even believe this. 2 fucking months since we had a conversation. me and kacy were decorating the tree & you sat there and colored a candy cane blue and white for her.. on your last night, truly with us. after that you weren’t yourself. & honestly i wish i didn’t have to see you like that. i wish you didn’t...
Strike out everything you've done. →
Had beer.
Smoked an entire cigarette.
Done drugs.
Write on a bathroom wall.
Read a George Orwell book.
Had a physical fight.
Used Twitter.
Listened to Lady Gaga
Been in a car accident.
Gotten suspended.
Gotten expelled.
Been allergic to something.
Got a computer virus.
Touched a real gun.
Had a dog.
Had a cat.
Been pregnant.
Camped out.
Wore a bikini.
Driven a car.
Been...
my daddy always bought me flowers and candy or whatever on valentines day…
and my mommy bought me stuff this year but its not the same i miss him so much. like every little thing.
i feel bad for my mom cause she didn’t get anything i wanted to buy her flowers but i don’t have any money ugh