February 2012
My thoughts while at school.
I hate you.
And you.
And you.
Shut the hell up.
You’re an idiot.
Why am I here?
Stop talking.
I hate you, too.
You’re annoying.
Shut up.
Why are you talking?
SHUT.
UP.
And you, I hate you, too.
Oh look, my ex-best friend.
I need to get out of here.
What time is it?
I wonder what my mom is making to eat.
Who even wants to be here?
“Where does a thought go when it’s forgotten?”
– Sigmund Freud (via skeletonized)
kelvotoro:
I often find myself putting more into a friendship than the other.
When the friendship is over, it’s them that’s left with things needed that only I can provide.
