so i might know your mind
♪♫ and i'll bring you hope, when hope is hard to find. and i'll bring a song of love and a rose in the wintertime ♫♪
Alex, 19, NY, 5T4S.
reasonsIloveBen.tumblr.com
sick, tired, sad
tired sick can’t sleep have papers to write at home for Dad’s birthday and now it’s over and I miss you guys back at school but damn it I just want to stay here where I feel safe and taken care of and loved and where the only responsibility I have is feeding the cats and making tea I just don’t want to feel sick anymore but dr’s appt tomorrow i have no idea what’s going to happen
I just want to sleep
Writings of a Teenage Ghost: Damn it all...<3
Damn love, and save love. Swear by it and against it, whatever you choose….just why me?
well, okay, i know i’m being selfish. but that’s what this collection of ramblings is for.
Wow, i seriously love him….*Sighs*
Obvious issues, to anyone and everyone and especially me.
-GIRLFRIEND…who’s…
Writings of a Teenage Ghost: IDIOT IDIOT IDIOT IDIOT!!!!
Do i have ANY brains??? WHAT so ever???
Seriously. i gave people the link to this!!!
*Facepalms*
oh well. i guess this whole entire thing is just a damn ploy for attention. at least, that’s how others will view it (And you KNOW it, DAMY!!) idiot idiot idiot.
hopefully, the few people who know…
i don’t hate…
unless it’s myself.
i hate my life, myself, and want to die.
kill me now, please?
any guns i can borrow?
music books and art, DAMY
Writings of a Teenage Ghost: Angel
Yeah. i really should explain the whole angel thing…
i am, sadly, the original angel. however, i’m not (as i put it) the “real” one. That, my friends, is my dear and close friend, who will from here on be refered to as…any guesses? (Duh. Angel!)
The definition of an angel, as we decided:
- There…
Writings of a Teenage Ghost: Slish Slash i was taking a bath...
Ohkay. Call me a freak if you want, but there is some weird pleasure in seeing your own blood. It’s the type of thing where if you went out and said to your best friend, “Hey, isn’t it cool when you cut or something, and the blood pools and swells gently? And then to actually see the cut, all you…
Writings of a Teenage Ghost: Day late, but...
really, does it matter what day it is, just so long as your recognize what you’re thankful for?
I’ve been reading other’s posts, and…we really are so incredibly wonderfully lucky.
So…
I’m thankful for:
My friends. Really, I don’t know where I’d be without you…probably 6 feet under, in a mental…
