Just Some Insurance Guy

David. I'm 25ish years old and born on October 4th 1994. I have a degree in Psychology. I'm fucked. Leave me alone.

[shymagnolia]

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

[shymagnolia]

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

[flagellant]

…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment

likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post

[my-devotion-to-thee]

Need the #goodluckpost in my life rn 🤞

[my-devotion-to-thee]

I am fucking miserable 😂😂😂

[my-devotion-to-thee]

I hate you. I didn't realise this level of hatred was possible but I fucking hate you

[my-devotion-to-thee]

Leaving you is the hardest thing in the world to do. I love you so much baby boy, until next time 🖤

[my-devotion-to-thee]

Actually rather be dead.

[aroseforno-one-deactivated20221]

sorry i forgot to reply i dont feel fucking alive

[evilchrispine]

[afterduskhowls]

When they say "please" in that needy, whining tone and you just stare down at them with the most wicked grin asking "please what" just to drag it out of them

[ifiwasaghost]

[abnormall]

[dontrytoresurrect]

my biggest turn on is being loved :(

[my-devotion-to-thee]

So, like I said before I come to tumblr when I'm in a dark place, and me and my partner of 6 years split last sunday. I'm now having to live at my mums in Leeds and I miss my son like I never knew you could miss someone.

I'm currently in tears around 60% of the day which is a considerable improvement, and it's making my job a real chore.

I really want to get my shit sorted but I keep stalling at the gates. So if anyones around the Leeds/Pudsey area and doesn't mind meeting a sad man for a drink, lemme know.

[asundergrowth]

Nice ass, sorry about the mental illness

Thank you king

[traaumaa]

[my-devotion-to-thee]

It's not even been 3 fucking days and you've forgot I exist

[eyebrowgod-deactivated20181204]

a 90’s kid? don’t you mean sad adult?

[eyebrowgod-deactivated20181204]

70,000 people have reblogged this but no one is trying to defend themselves

[voxmyriad]

where is the lie

[my-devotion-to-thee]

Charlene. I always had all the love for you in the world. Platonic, romantic, it's always been there.

It was a rocky friendship from the get go, with your walks into the woods at 3am, ignoring my texts, calling the police to go find you. Your fiancé; you the young bride of a shotgun wedding, more like an asphyxiation assimilation. Tape on the back of your phone, maybe it'll be enough to change your mind; your arms, your hip your thighs.

There've been better beginnings to a story. She's got hands. Turns out I wasn't wrong either cause you used them to build a new you. No more white walls, pill drawls, accentuate the things you hate.

But you went out of your way to hurt me. Well I was already hurt enough. You called the bluff that was serious stuff, I took on the pain, a razer blade, the mess you made, the cost I paid, the feeling betrayed.

I lost my best friend that day.

You were always the one for me where I didn't have to feel like I was pretending to be the person you wanted me to be, or become the person I wanted to be for you.

I'll always remember you sat on the desk in my shirt, smoking out the window.

I'ma bury that.