My family is so fucked up. Living in my grandma’s house puts me in the middle of all the drama and I literally cannot handle all their crazy shit.
It always smells like fucking weed in my house.
Life is slowly killing me.
Done. I’m never going to be someone’s second option.
0fmiceandaskingtheveilwithsir3ns:
grantaire-put-that-bottle-down:
thought i would create a powerpoint on this since the post went down well yesterday
Quite good, but I do suggest fetching them something cool (water would be best, but a bottle of soda could work to). Drinking can help, as can resting the bottle on the back of their neck
important
very important
I was a big dickhead to one of my best friends who suffers bad anxiety and panic attacks once. It was the first time I’d witnessed a panic attack and I told her to calm down. I regret that so much.
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hello 911 yes i’d like to report a murder
this bitch killed my vibe
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My favorite.
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Wanting to be someone else is a waste of the person you are
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