I get what I want and I’m still not allowed to be happy.
I hate this day more than anything. A giant wave of depression always hits me so hard and I can’t control it. I wanted this year to end and start perfectly. I wanted my boyfriend to be here on Long Island and I wanted to be surrounded by my friends. But then I remember he’s being asked to go to Jersey and I hardly have any friends of my own. Thus, if he leaves I’ll be sitting in...
This is too hard.
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Strange as it may seem, I still hope for the best, even though the best, like an...– Lemony Snicket (via justyouraveragewallflower)