Shitty Day Means A Good Blog.
I like to complain. A lot. So that is why I made this. This blog is just for me to rant out and so that no one I know can see it. But feel free to follow me and see what my life is all really about.
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→ 07 Mar 12 at 3 pm
→ 07 Mar 12 at 3 pm
Hai.
aren’t we adorable?
(Source: fosterthefuckeduppeople, via theghostisreal)
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where are your scars?
he top of my forearm |
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→ 01 Mar 12 at 7 pm
→ 01 Mar 12 at 7 pm
I had this on my hand all day for Self Harm Awareness Day. At least 20 people asked me what was on my hand, and after I explained to them, they all gave me the wtf face. People don’t realize how bad self harming is and many people don’t realize that people like myself, hide it everyday extremely easily. I was hoping that maybe a few of them would actually acknowledge this day, but none did. I was the only one I think in my school who tried bringing awareness to this.
(Source: theghostisreal, via theghostisreal)
I hate it. I hate it more than anything. One is always mad or annoyed with the other. It’s been like this for awhile and it sucks. I just wanna scream and pull my hair out and cry. And fighting with him right before he leaves is the last thing I wanna do but it’s just happening and I can’t just brush it off cause…I just can’t. If I’m not okay with him, I’m not okay with anything.
