my mom said dinner was ready and i went downstairs and it wasnt even ready im sick of all the lies
i hate when you’re not in the same mood as your friend like when you want to slay your enemies and feast on their flesh and your friend wants to dance in a field of daisies and sing for the sake of singing like no stop that grab a pitchfork
if you don’t like trap music
we cannot ever EVER be friends
it’s actually been 14 months since i’ve self harmed hehe so proud. (-:
dear god, i’m so sad. lol.