people underestimate my ability to cut them out of my life when they fuck me over
I’ve got this tiny pang of regret when I think of how much I have probably missed out on in the last few years because I was too scared to take a risk, or too shy to speak up, or too worried to be bold.
at least i can admit i’m a piece of shit
i don’t care about straight girls who are afraid to cut their hair short in case they get called lesbians, i care about the fact that lesbians are being used as fucking insults
Don’t tell me it’s just a phase, I’ve been sad for 3 fucking years. This isn’t just a phase.
The sun stopped shining for me is all. The whole story is: I am sad. I am sad all the time and the sadness is so heavy that I can’t get away from it. Not ever.