Confess on My Wayward Son

-_-" Wtf is your problem? You could've let them back in. I Only let them out so they wouldn't be pissing and shitting everywhere....

I'm cackling because you're trying so hard like

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My mental state is not in a good place right now and it causes me to just not want to talk about certain issues with my friend.

Okay, this is just embarrassing now (as if it wasn't before)

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I hate interviews.

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Things are F I N A L L Y squared away and back to normal now. It's been a freaking month, idk how I survived this confusion (and tbh, sadness) for that long.

That's three times. In a row. And this time if he would've opened the door it would've been way more than just a little awkward. I'm good fam lol

My god, when are people just going to drop it?

@ mccree.
this doesn't (directly) relate but I find it to make sense/find it funny

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Someone left a note on his door . I'm dead not showing my face there for at least the rest of the week now lol

I read this comment on a Youtube video and had to post because yes yes yes "Privilege is when YOU think something is not a problem because it is not a problem to you PERSONALLY."

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I am so annoyed that my friends think I like him when I don't, lol. If I liked him, I wouldn't have hooked up with another guy on the weekend. Or have all my side boys. Or be going to a singles event. So cool it pals.

When you come up to me just to point out that I have a big nose, instead of feeling offended, I'm gonna take that as a compliment. Because I got that nose from my dad's gene, the greatest man I've ever known, my hero forever. So joke's on you.

The blatant irony makes me wanna puke tbh.

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Always in fear of disappointing those close to me.

My curl pattern is returning and it's making me feel cute. Also, I'm well aware that I'm chubby but I'm not ugly

*Creates layouts for stories that I may never end up writing, recs them*

Coming up 3 weeks and still sick + extra work shifts this week and next.
Kill me with a rusty knife pls.

woke up in the hospital the other day after attempting to overdose and realised that there was not a single person (besides my family) that would give a shit. It wasn't born out of self-hatred, it's true. This is the first time in years that I am completely alone. I just needed to get that off my chest.

Scared. Scared. Scared.

Why are the staff silent? Where's the staff?

I need to stop letting my tongue run away with my words before I get myself into a fight.