Burning bridges, one text at a time.
Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different immediately after they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish.
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I think i was just stabbed in my heart…bleeding internally. That person who said “sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never heard me was a fucking liar and a moron. Words kill baby. Words kill.
I am being serious though. Why do I fall for the sick puppies? The lost causes? Not saying they are bad people, they just have no way of supporting me or my needs/wants/desires. They suck the life and soul out of me and I become so wrapped up in helping them i lose my way. Ugh. I am so over this.
Fuck love, fuck emotions, fuck all this bullshit. I am sick and tired of being sick and tired of this nonsense. How I manage to get myself in these situations I will never know.
They forgot the part about work.