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BONUS: Jeremy finds out Fiona was self-awareness girl
Is this life of mine over yet?
I want to cry. Why can’t I cry?
Wtf. They dont want to pay me on time but they expect me to put in effort like the fuck? Pay me
Just talk to me.
You say you want to talk more and that you miss talking to me but every time I try to talk to you, you ignore me. Just talk to me if you want to talk.
“Honestly it feels like I’m waiting to die.”
nothing,nowhere.
you ever realize that the one person you thought actually cared about you really doesn’t give a fuck at all and you’d really just be better off dead ‘cause i’m feeling that right now
Everytime I read the paper, I remember the quote by Michael Crichton. “Briefly stated, the Gell-Mann Amnesia effect is as follows. You open the newspaper to an article on some subject you know well. In Murray’s case, physics. In mine, show business. You read the article and see the journalist has absolutely no understanding of either the facts or the issues. Often, the article is so wrong it actually presents the story backward—reversing cause and effect. I call these the “wet streets cause rain” stories. Paper’s full of them.
In any case, you read with exasperation or amusement the multiple errors in a story, and then turn the page to national or international affairs, and read as if the rest of the newspaper was somehow more accurate about Palestine than the baloney you just read. You turn the page, and forget what you know.”
Have you ever sat with your friends and just known that you’re the least important friend in the group and you felt like it wouldn’t make a difference if you were there or not?
stabbing me to death and shooting me in the head would be a huge fucking favor for me right now
Never
I lay here in my bed. Drowning in tears, Shaking, barely breathing. Just remembering all we had and all we lost.
Things I feel everyday