Seventeen years old.
I smoke, drink, and party.
Don't have many friends.
I raised myself, because my mom was never home.
Taken by Jamie. <3
Ash Stymest is my idol, he's beautiful.
My blog mostly consists of things I feel, or scary shit that I enjoy. Don't like it, then don't follow.
“Everybody loves you when you’re six foot in the ground.”
- John Lennon.
ask.
my thoughts.
Notes
If you think my thoughts are just “thoughts” they’re not, they’re actually real, to me. They’re actually what I’m thinking.
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I’m so sick of people, lol. They piss me off, you have no idea. No wonder why I’m so fucking mean to them, my mom called me, yelling at me. I hung up on her four times, but she keeps calling. Then my friends say they don’t like me anymore because I’m messed up, well thanks guys, thank you so fucking much for being there, you know. Then my ex calls me, and I was like “You better fucking back off, I’m in a happy relationship and I don’t need your shit.” “You’re a filthy slut.” Yes, I know I am, because I don’t want you.
And I’m already happy with someone, that FUCKING makes me SLUT. You need to get a reality check, you piece of shit.
