February 2012
3 posts
I mean I'm 17 so it's legal now in Tejas. Good...
Can I just have sex with someone and get it over...
January 2012
8 posts
At least I feel good, for even just an hour or...
Lolz hi drugz
Welcome to my brain.
Brb gonna go cry myself to sleep heheh.
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1/24/2012
Fuck everything.
I’ve turned into the girl who doesn’t believe in love.
Now I’m all hookups, all the time.
Fuck it. Fuck everyone. Not literally. I’m not REALLY a slut.
on the brightside i got an iphone. on the downside, guys are using that as an excuse to send me pictures of their penises.
1/13/12 Again
Austin and I fought. We fought and fought and I said goodnight and that was that. We haven’t spoken since then, and I don’t know when we will. I should be torn up, and I should feel angry, but I just now can see all the walls up around me. I can’t trust again, so fuck Mitchell for putting me here. I don’t want to be the girl with the health problems and the inability to...
1/13/12
I’m slowly going downhill. I’m scared because I’m not sad, I’m numb. I just want to taste my own blood in my mouth. Am I as crazy as everyone else? Or am I just lucky. I never want to die, but now I want to feel something. Anything. My life is turning into a PSA video.
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“When will the fantasy end? When will the heaven begin?”
– Kid Cudi
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I'm in love
And no one knows. I think he does.
I think he loves me, too.
It’s terrifying.
December 2011
5 posts
My pee smelled like Mac and cheese today.
Hahahahahahahahahah.
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12/30/11 2:16am
I feel like I’m so replaceable.
I’m just one person. Not that I want to commit suicide in any way, but what difference would me being gone really make? My parents would cry, play videos of me singing everyday, and say I’m their inspiration to live everyday to the fullest. My siblings would still get married and have kids, but with the emotional scarring of losing a sister. My...
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Hello, Tumblr World
This isn’t my first tumblr page. This isn’t even my second. It’s my fourth. I know you probably don’t care, but I’m explaining why I made this, when I could’ve made another fan girl or fashion blog.
I am Anonymous. A sixteen year old American girl, with body image issues and boy (or lack thereof) problems, with friends who I don’t love as much as I...