(via schistehappen)
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I’m depressed again. Do you think I might be bi-polar? Or maybe I’m one of those people who think they have a disease, when they really don’t. I’m pretty sure I’m both. My Photoshop is getting slower by the minute and my iTunes library is giving me crap songs. I think my computer hates me.
I’m a little drunk and I need you now.
Waiting.
Intellectual Badass. 8D
Wannabitch’s and poseurs strewn all over my news feed. DIS-GUST-TING. I have finally finished that awful-myeffingosh-death of an essay. I’ve been have this KILLER headache all since yesterday and it just WON’T go away! The only good thing that has happened all week is that I found out Jake was sexually harassed on his date with Alex. I know, I know. It’s bad of me to think this of my best friend. BUT IT IS HILARIOUS. And we do need a spy. For Cooper, Jake. Cooper. XD
SuchABadFriend.
IM SICK OF YOU TAKING HER SIDE. I MEAN, YOU’RE NOT EVEN REAL! YOU’RE A FIGMENT OF MY IMAGINATION, MADE TO SUIT THE CHARACTHER FROM MY FICTIONAL STORY. LIKEFUCKOFF!!
IM ANGRY. After, 30 minutes I spent cleaning up my room, which I could have used reading, I messed it up in 5 minutes looking for this STUPID bacathon thing. FUCK. >:T And I got blown up on cause I wrote on the wall. ITS MY FREAKING ROOM. BACK OFF. IT ISNT PERMANANT. ARUGH. I wish you really knew me. I really do. That goes to Jake, AND my mother.