maladaptivity:

Blogs are dying off one by one, the tumblr kids have gone outside, the impossible has happened, we got lives.

I’d rather starve myself.

I’d really just like to smoke right nowww. But at a college. With old kids nd awks.

Judge me, and tell me I’m wrong, I just offered to change my plans for you and you’re not going to take it? Then DON’T complain about what I’m doing this weekend. That’s such a bitch move. You don’t have the decency to say you don’t want to hang out? Really? Fine. I don’t care, but don’t even pull this crap.

I’m sick of games and I want real friends.

Waiting for mom to leave so I can smoke. Im dying without one.

I just want to see pools of blood. Dripping. Glistening. Falling. Tingling. Blood.

littlewarrior-recovering:

Note to self: eating doesn’t make me a failure. People need food to live.

(Source: littlewarrior-recovering, via urbanmeowtfitters)