It’s been over a year since khaos died.
There’s a really bad thunder storm going on right now and all I can think about is how he’d be curled up in my lap scared.
I miss him so much. Especially now that finals are this week. He always knew how to make me feel better no matter what was wrong.
I long for that feeling to have something love me more than I love it. That sounds so narcissistic but I love animals and the way the make me feel.

I just hate being alone.


I wish I was skinny enough to wear crop tops and skinny enough to wear nice skirts that show off your legs and skinny enough to look pretty in pictures and the clothes that I buy but I’m not and it frustrates me to the point where I want to cut off my fat with worn out safety scissors and sit under my bed and listen to celine dion music until I fall asleep in my own tears

(via nicole01)

I was going to get up and make breakfast and be awesome for a change. But I’m too hung over. I’m going back to bed.

Why does it always seem like I come in second to everything with you?

I wouldn’t mind having a nightmare every now and then. But this sleeping for an hour and then having the most terrifying dream every night isn’t cutting it.

I just did four and a half hours of homework. while having the stomach flu.

I think I deserve some game time.