that thought occurs to me at least three times a day when i’m driving.

i’ll be listening to man overboard or the wonder years or whatever and i’m like

"bitch this is taking back sunday with a haircut and khaki shorts where’s my damn studded belt?"

so yeah, i cut my hair because i’m not afraid to let these bitches see me cry

tepid

I am the only person I know who
wants to live alone
who is done with everyone
who doesn’t know the definition of
lonely
anymore.
no more hugs and kind words when
I am sad, upset, hurt,
a victim of my own mind and the mouths of others.
no more help.
no more opinions.
no more gossip.
no more love.
thank god no more love to live…
I think I almost had a
feeling

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