Eve groaned as she came back into Isobel’s room, slamming the door behind her. “Your brother stopped me in the hallway again.” She grumbled as she walked over to Isobel’s bed and flopped down on the bed. “He needs to stop. Or at least leave to go see Rylee.”
Okay, so if you recieved this dick pic, would you a) send a lil’ somethin’ somethin’ back, b) come right over ‘cause you’re thirsty as fuck now – that dick looks ah-mazing – or c) never talk to me again because unsolicted dick pics are gross? Go.
I need to chill.
Hah I need to chill.
I need to find my fucking chill.
I need to stop telling my friends that it’s alright that I have it under control that things are working like they should. A smooth machine, well greased. I am not functioning well.
If I lie through my teeth enough they’ll believe it and I know that cause it’s easier and people like easy. It’s easier to text them and tell them that I couldn’t get up this morning cause haha I didn’t know what I am worth.
It’s easier to text things like that.
Haha don’t worry, I mean I’m still breathing.
Well I mean i haven’t felt normal in months but you know…
I’ll see you tomorrow, by the way disregard my post on tumblr tonight.