The events and people depicted in this blog are fictitious. Any similarity to any person living or dead is merely coincidental.
The events and people depicted in this blog are fictitious. Any similarity to any person living or dead is merely coincidental.
I love the fact i have to sign in and out of my tumblr to go on here so people don’t know my new url.
but really, whoever the fuck was pretending to be be earlier should go die!
This is how it is..
You can’t leave me alone and refuse to stop talking shit about me, and i don’t even know who you are.
So this is the end of an era.
The end of imjustatreasure, and the end of takeofftherosecolouredglasses!
Thats all i have to say on the matter.
i can see a HUGGGEEE change in my thighs! that’s so exciting :D
Another word for “I’m hurt.”
I want to cuddle, so unbelievably bad. I mean, I’m in the mood for it all the time, but right now I have an overwhelming craving. I want to just lay in bed, snuggle into a cute girl and talk, so freaking bad.
conversation with a friend…
Him: haha, you look happier in pictures!
Me: yeaaaaaah.
Him: what happened?
Me: shit happened.
Him: aw, i’m sorry.
Me: yeah, & mistakes.
Him: what mistakes?
Me: thinking i was able to trust people….& you know, trying too hard to please everyone.
i try so hard to not let you tear me down..
But it feels as though its the only thing you’re capable of!
sometimes i like you, sometimes i hate you! sometimes i just want to stab you in the eye with a knife and sometimes i miss you! but most of the time i wonder how we ended up here in the first place..
Just sayinnn’
