I made the last of my curly fries for dinner, and I gave my roommate all the curly ones and myself all the ugly-shaped ones. And I think that about sums up the type of person I am.

melatonin is bae tho

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I care. It fucking terrifies me how much I care.
Midnight thoughts (via notcapableoflove)

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I didn’t want to watch your life implode.
things I wish you hadn’t said to me

i need to stop putting my illness into other people’s lives. they don’t deserve this.

You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could’ve, would’ve happened… or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on.
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words and stuff because i can’t talk to anyone or say anything here or be okay. i just want to be okay. fuck. i don’t want to lose any more weight. i don’t want to lose any more friends. i don’t want keep adding to my little dipper. i’m sick of smoking and drinking and being alone in my room. i’m so sick of avoiding everyone. sleeping doesn’t help anymore because i can’t fucking sleep more than three goddamn hours in a night. i spend all of my time working or driving to and from work. i can’t shake this stupid cough. i’ve fallen back into my old nervous ticks. fuck. fuck. fuck. 

grin and fucking bear it.