Thats what I want to be.
fuck. i hate this. sitting here tied up with a fire under me, and having to pretend like everything is okay.
i hate family dinners. i hate not being able to just talk freely.
trouble is afoot in my world.
please save me.
im locked alone with my thoughts far more than I should. I’m going insane you know, paranoid.
I need help. I need to let the thoughts out somehow so they stop smashing against the walls of my head.
M.: Hey evan what are you gonna do now that you’re 17?!?
me: FUCK SHIT UP.
M.: Hooray for low expectations!
My record player came a day early.
p.s. NOT a hipster. just a….”late adapter” (very late)
None of my music is entertaining right now. *sigh*
Ever feel like that ONE PIECE is missing, but you just have little to no idea what it is?
For the first time since I began school, i shall try to sleep before 11pm.
wish me luck. (im predicting 11:45. lol)
every get that feeling you’ve done something wrong?
BAWLZ. i can’t figure it out.
I hate people who instagram every fucking minute.
I hate how during this year i never get to see the people I want, yet I see every fucking douchebag in our school everywhere i look.
i missed a huge opportunity today. God im not happy about how things went today.