When you find something you’ve been looking for forever in your sibling’s room…
DON’T. TOUCH. MY. SHIT.
LOOOOOOOOOOOOL, doesn’t relate to me but LOLOLOL
FUCK YES! I hate that so much, I can’t even begin to explain
(Source: shutyourface09)
You probably don’t realize anything yet. Any of the pain I have been bombarded with. It gets worse all the time and I can’t do a thing about it. Even the littlest things can spark an explosion inside of me, and still, I can’t do a thing about it. Getting nothing in return, what did I do to deserve the pain of this slow burn?
Posted July 13, 2011 at 5:05pm
