By Sara Polar
youve ruined the very best part of me the only part ive ever tried to be the only part of who i was and that part of me that was love i sit in here torn to shreds inside out, and tear filled pillows on this bed sleep, pills, hurt, repeat. understanding why im not on my own two feet. on the floor in pain, this feeling is defeat everything feels cold as concrete its time i...
sick of the bullshit. i cant say anything, i cant do anything, i cant have a face book, a twitter, or anything. this is the only place i can go and say whatever the FUCK i want and not hae to hear your fucking mouth about it.
Isn't it a shame
seriouslywhatsthedeal: When you look through your own blog, and think it’s the most awesome thing ever, and then you realize that probably nobody else will ever appreciate it as much as you do, or even look at it as much as you do? Yeah…oh how life is unfair sometimes. It’s okay. I love my blog even if no one else does. And even these apples look fake, but at least they’ve got stars on them.
nigga-moon: lol a lot of teenagers on this site manage to reblog posts like, “u shouldn’t call women hors! you shouldn’t slut shame!” when they know damn well they talk shit about the girl in their school who slept with 20 different guys lol ya’ll ain’t slick
When people say Kyo can't sing...
shatteredspirit: I miss my kindle, my bed, my blade, my privacy.. I can’t fall asleep. Too many feelings and thoughts. I need my journal