Crazzyyyramblings - Crazy

man can't even mention i'm suicidal without feeling like i'm begging for pity from a world that never wanted me to begin with

i hate when men are funny and kind and smart and silly and caring and pretty. stop it dude you're ruining my sleep schedule.

Having an emotionally absent but otherwise present father is fun stuff because you live with an unknown man your whole life and are supposed to put up with his shit AND love him like ex-fucking-cuse me

this text message has made me think of scollace since the first time i saw it so

a boyfriend is just a guy you can sink your teeth into for recreational purposes

i hate when men are funny and kind and smart and silly and caring and pretty. stop it dude you're ruining my sleep schedule.

having a crush is so embarrassing like. oh shit sorry I accidentally thought about you being my boyfriend. I wont do it- oh shit sorry. I. Did it again. Oh fuck sorry i. i thought about kissing you on accident fuck. sorry. oh shit i just thought about us holding hands sorry bro. i am forcibly removed from the stage by several bodyguards.

sometimes life feels just terrible and that's how I am tried to get over it today

They aren't going to apologise.

They aren't going to see all the hurt they inflicted.

Nothing you say, will cause change.

To protect yourself, realise that.

That person who seeks retribution, time and love.

Won't ever receive it.

I dont say this to be mean.

I say this to save you from further pain.

Trust me, I tried.

I’m hoping for an outcome like this :)

they tell you about school and they tell you about work and they tell you about taxes and responsibilities and ideals you have to reach. they don’t tell you about baking chocolate cookies from scratch at the ungodly hours of 11 at night and sitting on your kitchen floor while watching a home decor competition show while you get to munch on a cookie that tastes like the hot chocolate you used to make when you needed a reason to live as a teenager. they don’t tell you about getting to eat another cookie while you think about capturing this moment in a mason jar and shipping it through time to your younger self who gets scared so easily by school and work and taxes and responsibilities and ideals. your younger self who wonders if there’s still comfort, still good things, and if you get to claim them for yourself at some point or if comfort is always a question of dependence. they don’t tell you about that, when for years we do nothing but dream about moments like these