February 2012
“I hate this feeling. Like I’m here, but I’m not. Like someone cares. But they...”
– Ellen Hopkins, Crank (via thenocturnals)
My thoughts while at school.
I hate you.
And you.
And you.
Shut the hell up.
You’re an idiot.
Why am I here?
Stop talking.
I hate you, too.
You’re annoying.
Shut up.
Why are you talking?
SHUT.
UP.
And you, I hate you, too.
Oh look, my ex-best friend.
I need to get out of here.
What time is it?
I wonder what my mom is making to eat.
Who even wants to be here?
I’m so fucking hungry
I'm a lazy texter.
I always read the messages and then I set my phone down and forget about it. If I text you 24/7 you must be pretty freaking special.
When I decide to clean:
When I’m told to clean:
