Reblog if you live in our nation’s capital in the great city of Washington DC (or near it)
This is an experiment I want to see how many of you I could possibly have at a metro ride away.
I really need a friend rn :’(
This huge overwhelming wave of loneliness and sadness came over me. And I basically realized how I’m becoming friendless.
I have all of this awesome friends but they all are out having a life and I’m just here being completely oblivious to them. I don’t blame them I’m very easy to forget about.
And most of the time I don’t mind I like being alone but other times like right now I feel completely miserable and sad and alone and I feel like no one actually likes me and I just want a nice day with friend like have a marathon with a bunch of them and just chill eating junk food watching movies or something.
Just being surrounded by then you know?
God I’m a mess I can’t even see the screen anymore from the tears.
I’m so pathetic I’m sorry guys.
Just ignore this I’m just going to go and keep crying like the pathetic sad lonely individual I am.
It just hasn’t been the best day and all of these emotions are draining me
Seeing his status on Facebook was pretty bad it broke something else inside me that wasn’t yet entirely broken.
Having my step mom snoop all around my room with the excuse of cleaning it because my grandma is coming to visit next week and trying to throw out stuff I’m using for a very special project of mine and arguing with her and getting a murderous rage build up inside me and have the tears (this time of anger instead of heartache) roll furiously down my cheeks has exhausted me and all I want right now is for someone to cuddle with me, strike my hair and make me feel better.
Sometimes I wish murder was legal you know?
Sometimes the people I live with get so much on my nerves I really wish there where like clone dummies or some shit you could go up to and beat the shit out of them or fucking murder the fuck out of.
It fucking pisses me off that my step mom comes to my room and starts snooping around with the excuse that she comes to ‘clean’ she reads through papers she finds, she throws out things I may be using for projects. She doesn’t know the meaning of fucking privacy
She always wants the fucking door open its infuriating.
Back when I had a phone and I left it charging she would fucking pick it up and read my texts if it happened to fucking vibrate when she was in here. LIKE FUCKING DAMN IT BITCH IT’S CALLED PRIVACY!
Anyone want to take me out tomorrow?
Just hang out or something
I feel like shit
I need to stop thinking about him and all of the broken and fallen promises and hopes I made myself about us and I need someone to distract me away from my mind.