I’m like…not okay. not even a little bit. I thought I was handling this, but I’m not. I hate myself and I hate everything and it would be a lot easier to just not wake up tomorrow.
I just found a bag of weed on the ground.
"Don’t kiss me if you’re afraid of thunder. My life is a storm."
-Anita Krizzan (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)