My iPad have been charging for 2 hours. 25%-39%. Do you really think that I don’t know it’s you? It’s so fucking slow. Nice job pulling this dick-move. I’ll never forgive you.
I think the best part about it were my high and drunk moments. It was a bonus that I happened to be somewhere off the traces of the gps.
But some people easily made me hate humanity. Stop taking my shit thinking I’m stupid enough not to know. Can’t deal with them unless I’m high. Train wreck~
Oh and the second best part are my 4 cartons of cigarettes ;3 I can smoke happily.
Still pissed as fuck though. I’d much rather be nice to only myself from now on.
Being nice? No good karma. Especially not for people who’ve gone from dislike to hateful. Such disgusting animals.
(via ikilledalaska)
I’ve been okay lately, and I haven’t been afraid. But that’s what I tell myself.
The thought of not being strong enough and the need of someone to be there for me to feel comfort is kind of scary sometimes. I’m so dependent on others that when I’m alone, I just want to run away. Random moments of just wanting to be in a temporary state - high. Another semester of college is coming to an end. In a year, I’ll be done with the school I’m currently enrolled in. I can’t wait until September when my internship take place. And hopefully, my schools of desired will accept me. I think the best I got right now is my loneliness. It’s rare that this feeling can get me to even cry anymore but it hit me tonight. I’ve been trying so hard not to feel sad; for myself and for those around me. It’s times like these that I want a friend to doubtlessly give me a helping hand. Friends? A friend? I just feel so alone sometimes.
And maybe it’s a good thing. If my parents are planning on investing and stuff, within 2-4 years, they’ll buy me a car and we’ll finally have our own place. And by then, I’ll finally have my own room after waiting for 20+ years. I’ve been waiting for so long to have a room called my own… a room I can express my feelings with - color of the paint, random drawing on walls, repaint, start over.
Life’s actually pretty good right now. But it doesn’t make anything nor everything okay. I’m just more fortunate than others.
Have you ever had a dream that seemed so real? You tried so hard to wake up but you can’t. You’re trapped in this dream that has all your loves trapped. And the only person who can save them is yourself but you can barely even save yourself.
I can’t get this discomfort out of the way.
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