Well fucking excuse me for trying to do a nice goddamn thing for you.
I got this Tuesday. c: I love it so much. I’ve always wanted it because I’m so inspired by John Lennon’s song Imagine. So here it is: my first tattoo.
Also sorry I’ve been gone for like months, life got hectic lol.
If anyone wants to know what I’ve been doing recently, message me and I’ll be happy to fill you in c:
3rd rock from the sun is such a good show though
but you get it wrong.
So you start typing like this…
does you know who i be
does you listen to music
do you watch tv
DO YOU CARRY A LUNCH BOX
when adults comment on your status but their comment is totally irrelevent to what you said
your status will be like
going to a concert with friends!!!!!111
and said adult will be like
hi jimmy how are you i saw your brother today he’s getting so big tell your mom hi for me xxx -betsy
I’m so tired of people deciding its too hard to care about me.
Lol I’m going to just use the excuse “just tired” every time someone asks me what’s wrong.
They don’t need to know that I’m tired of this world, tired of living, tired of dealing with everything.
Just… tired.
Can’t decide if I want to do my nebulizer, or smoke a cigarette.
I think I’ll smoke first.
Man I’m so counterproductive with this shit.
I don’t even give a fuck.
I could probably die right now and be okay with it.
If I’m sick, I’m milking it so I don’t have to do anything.
If I’m sick but pretending to be fine so you don’t get mad, I’m lazy.
If I’m feeling like complete shit after pretending and I tell you I feel like shit, I MUST be lying because “I felt fine yesterday”
And if I cry during any conversation we have, that must mean that you need to stomp away, yelling about how you’re gonna take away my phone soon.
Jesus help you if I find a place to go after I turn eighteen.