tumblr made me a much more tolerant and less judgmental person like my cousin be like “omg look at that bitch eyebrows she drew them damn near in her hairline” and i’m like shrug maybe the bitch wanted to have eyebrows in her hairline you don’t know shit about her life.
I keep thinking about how horrible today was but today was like most days And no matter how hard I try I always end up in the same place In my bed, alone, trying not to tear my own body apart because why the fuck shouldn’t I exactly
“The years between eighteen and twenty-eight are the hardest, psychologically. It’s then you realize this is make or break, you no longer have the excuse of youth, and it is time to become an adult – but you are not ready.”—Helen Mirren (via chasseurseul)
I’m not sure what’s really going on in my head right now. Everything has been so on and off lately. Life has just been a roller coaster. Two nights ago, Robby and I stayed in a hotel room because things weren’t good at home. We got into a mild argument in the room so I went to go take a bath to relax. I ended up sitting in the empty bathtub for about 3 hours without the drain plugged but I let the water run. I needed to cry, but I couldn’t do it. After a while I started to become numb and letting my mind drift to places it shouldn’t. I started thinking about suicide again.. I thought of the letters I would write before I would go through with it. Letters to the people I love. I started wondering if people would sincerely care. I thought about every person that it would really affect. I considered how long it would take for them to stop being sad. I thought about my family; my parents, sisters, nieces, nephew. I thought about what my funeral would be like. I feel like if I went through with it, it wouldn’t be such a big deal. I don’t really have any friends that like me anymore or rather I don’t have any that it would really hurt. I think it would just be more of a shock to them. I think that people would react how they usually do when someone young dies. I believe that a lot of people are only sad when someone young dies because of the pure fact that they didn’t have much time to live. I think its sad to think about someone so young to have to be buried. However, I don’t think that people are sad because it’s one particular person.