December 2011
What am I doing.
Failing in life, constantly. Way to go. Way to fucking go.
A dramatic reading of some girl on facebook
“Do you fall in love often? Yes often. With a view, with a book, with a dog, a...”
– Jeanette Winterson (via selfinspiration)
My emotions are moot. What is Christmas spirit? I have none this year. I’m so tired. I’m so sick. I’m so sick and tired of constantly feeling so depressed. I’m in fucking Vegas for God’s sake, yet no feeling or anything has kicked in. Decorations all around, christmas songs playing nonstop and just the joy of others and their happy cheeriness, why can’t I have...
Press hard, slide fast, watch it turn.
Relief.
“I literally didn’t know what Tumblr was [until] I did a photo shoot with Tyler...”
– Evan Peters (via shawnspenstarr)
You’d think I would be able to handle it now after 9 months, but in fact I’ve been dying more and more as months pass.
There’s only so much your body can take before it gives up. I don’t have what it takes to sustaine any more emotional toll.
I’m so tired.
My body is tired.
My health is dimming.
I have no christmas spirit this year, I just want to sleep.
I have such a headache right now, I made like 2834792834 million ice cream cone cup cakes. I just frosted the shit out of them and my fingers hurt like a bitch. Psych homework made me hate life. Belonephobia, I’m ok with needles and shit but looking at that shit for 3 hours… NO. I couldn’t even eat dinner. Sweet lordy.
I must shower, then write out checks for payments due...
There’s so many sad moments in life, I just want to see the process of how people pick themselves up again.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before, there’s just so much, there’s so much and I just can’t believe it, I’m suffocating in feeling.
coreling:
If I had a dollar for every time I’ve felt more emotions towards a fictional character than I do towards people I know in real life, I would probably have enough money to pay for the psychiatric help I obviously need.
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