I don’t really want to be alive anymore.
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I'm a habit, a bridge burner, a fairytale. I'm that scent filling you. I'm the poison. you'll be the cure.
I'm the tainted light dancing with your shadowsi am harlequin white; harlequin black.
I'm the tainted light dancing with your shadowsi am harlequin white; harlequin black.
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I only bother being happy for a few people in life.
Like seriously I hate myself. I just hate everything. And I kinda idk
Not gonna say it but like seriously
The few of you that force my smile—thanks. Idk I’m too fucked to type coherently
Yeah. Feeling confident. NYC with none of my meddling friends does that to you… :)
Woah. Ok feeling increasingly better.
But I’m surprised no one asked about you…
I guess
Well. Never mind.
Make a change and stop Joesph Kony
Who is Joseph Kony?: http://vimeo.com/37119711Pledge Here: http://www.kony2012.com/
the deadline to stop Kony ends Dec. 31st 2012
If you don’t feel like watching the video, here’s a little summary:
Joseph Kony lives in Central Africa. What Joseph does is, he abducts African kids. He takes them and he keeps them. He makes the boys killers, usually they have to kill their families. When girls are abducted they are turned into sex slaves and are raped. There is no way out of his group: Lord’s Resistance Army, AKA the LRA. He has adbucted over 30,000 children and had made them child soldiers. he won’t stop what he is doing until he is caught, he found out that the US is now on a making to look for him making him harder to find. Right now, Kony is invisible because no one knows about him.. no one. Tell as many people about Kony as you can and make him visible and know. Donate money if you can. Make him visible. we need change, and we need difference. we need Kony to be famous so we can stop the harm of innocent children, this won’t hurt your blog.. just reblog it.
(via ifthatllmakeitright)
I think it will be okay this time.
So I’m actually feeling a ton better now. Like still really fat but I woke up and remembered a smile and an impulse and everything and I was like,
It just might be okay.
The worst part may be that I’m masochistic in my own ways—or that no one ever notices. Or maybe I’m just doing this for attention subconsciously.
I blame food and fat for all of my life problems.
But what probably sucks the most is that I was so happy this morning and afternoon.
You know what actually sucks though? One of my friends complains about being fat sometimes, and you know she is on the heavier side of life, but her complaints are empty. I mean—she’s never tried not eating for a month and a half this past summer and working out compulsively to be your extended family’s idea of perfect. She’s never had depressed relapses where you just can’t even stand the sight of your legs.
And I don’t get why, but it bugs me that she complains “about being fat” but hasn’t done anything.
But what if HE found out how bad I am? I mean THIS guy is just sooooo
Thank God school lunch is gross
