im coot
My Saturday night. Im smiling but its pretty sad!
I hate the girls that whine about their sad sad lives on tumblr. And I usually save all this for my psycologist diary, but im sick of it all :(
Im sick of tablets and bad dreams and mouth ulcers and panic attacks im sick of hallucinations and tears and being alone. Im sick of feeling alone, unwanted, ugly and forgotten.
Why do I rely on someone else to make me happy?
This is what one skipped session makes me be like. I hate that the only person I can talk to is someone who gets paid to listen.
Bye.
we want big booty bitchesssss
