27you’re Robin and I’m Ted. no matter how hard I try I’ll never be what you want, but I can do my best.
I don’t really fit in with any group of people, no matter how much I want to. I just don’t seem capable of connecting with people in a way that makes them want to spend time with me. I don’t know what I do wrong, but I feel so lonely and left out. I don’t think I’m really that unenjoyable of a person, but I notice an undeniable trend in my life. I’m a seventeen year old girl, I should be having a great social life with good friends. But I don’t. And I don’t think I ever will. I guess I’m just broken?
She’s the popular girl with the undeniably interesting life and I’m the weird nerdy girl who wishes I was her.
You always make it seem like it’s so childish of me to want to have a nice relationship with someone. But it’s not. It’s childish to sleep around like you do.
I had a dream that not only did my pet fish decide it would rather kill itself than be with me, but I also accidentally started a flood with two glasses of water. Dream me is just a bitch.
I wish I didn’t have guy friends who get drunk and try to kick my ass. What happened to drunken cuddling?
i’m having a really, really hard time accepting that i’m just a sex toy to you, but it’s not like i believe in my ability to be more enough to peace it. sometimes i just want to be a boy.
The best thing about being batshit crazy is the feeling of relief after one of your insanity episodes. It’s so satisfyingly happy in comparison to the lividity and emotional distress during the time you’re having a break down.
Sasharella dressed in yella went outside to kiss a fella. Made a mistake and kissed a snake who’s good intentions were all fake.
