lightningboltkolt replied to your post: I need help.

You are in need of a Claudia-Kolton day. Yes you are.

I’m in need of some hardcore drugs. lol

There’s always that one person. No matter how many relationships they’ve had, how many times they didn’t respond to your text, how many times they ignored you, how many times they made you feel like you didn’t matter, how many times you sit on the floor crying because of them, or made you feel like shit; no matter how many times you say they don’t matter. Deep down, every time that they text you, look at you, give you a hug, even just say your name; your walls break down and you can’t help but be happy. Even if you don’t want to be.

melodylieuu:

THIS , basically explains everything .

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I want my home back. I want you back.
I need help.

I know I’m just going to sound like a whiny teenage girl, but I honestly don’t know what to do so I guess I’ll just write out everything. I have never felt like I wanted to die so badly in my life. I have always been depressed and suicidal. I have had the lowest of the low times, I cut myself. I stopped for about a year, but I started again a couple of months ago. I try hard not to, but it seems like it is the only way I can sleep anymore. I’ve been doing this for four years and I can’t stop. If I don’t I stay up for hours and hours and I used to talk to my boyfriend and he would sing or talk to me until I drifted to sleep, but he hates me now. A boy I called my best-friend did everything in his power to make me fight with my boyfriend constantly and spread a rumor that I cheated on my boyfriend with him and eventually it became too much and my boyfriend left. My friends are all turning on me. I have to look into my ex’s eyes now and know that the pain he is feeling shouldn’t be there and he won’t even speak to me anymore. He is the only one who understood me completely and knew everything I had been through. I don’t trust easily. I have many reason for that, I won’t get into them right now. Today I was driving home in the rain and crying, I started to accelerate, and I let go of the wheel. I wanted to just fall off the bridge i was on or wrap my car around a tree, anything I just wanted to be done. I don’t know why I couldn’t do it, but I guess it’s the guilt of the hurting the few people who would actually care. I don’t know what to do anymore, I don’t know why I’m even typing this. I guess I just need to let it out, I’m not doing this for attention. I don’t want people to feel bad for me, I just don’t know what to do anymore. I’m miserable.

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Clalala i just realized

naviita:

what AHS is.

ahaha

haha

haa.

AMERICAN HORROR STORY YES?

I’m not sure when you posted this…but I just saw it. AND YESS AHIHIUDHIGEYIGWFUYEG I LOVE <3

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