day 112

today was pretty good after psych was over with. hopefully things stay good. I can’t wait till the AP exams are done with. these teachers are driving me nuts bruh.

late day 110/ day 111

today was good for a Monday, I’m still in vaca mode though :( I need one more week.

today was shitty. I’m tired of feeling like a second choice, I should never feel like this. I’m over it and it has to stop.

fucking jump for this nigga but never for your fucking kids. I’m over it.

don’t understand what’s so hard about answering a fucking question. childish ass bitch bruh.

late day 108/day 109

visited Rob and talked about pretty much everything. probably the most relieving talk I’ve ever had. really not looking forward to school bruh.

Happy Easter niggasssss. hopefully I can eat good today, if not, whatevs. i don’t want vacation to end, smh. school tomorrow is gonna suck major balls.

the sun always shines on you, you were my sunshine Rob… rest easy

the sun always shines on you, you were my sunshine Rob… rest easy

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eatdacakeannamae:

I hate y’all omg

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I FUCKING HATE TUMBLR

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when you hear your parents talking shit from another room

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It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

It’s not that I don’t love you.  (via extrasad)

This makes me die inside

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holy shit.

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day 107

idk what to do with myself anymore. my town is so boring. this vacation was pretty good though, I guess.

late day 105/day 106

had an amazing day in Boston with Allie, I definitely need to go back to shop!

finished my take home test for stats today and got to be with my baby for a few hours. just got to study for psych (maybe) and finish the stat rap. not looking forward to school Monday *gags*

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rebagled:

Hell yeah Titan tower go hard

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rebagled:

Hell yeah Titan tower go hard

Turn Up Tower

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