jealousy makes me feel like a piece of meat. do you really love me or am I a mere fun little guy to play around with. not to mention Im paranoid as fuck about every little thing, and if I dont get constant reassurance then I tend to freak out. freaking the fuck out right now as we speak cus I had a shitty night and I come home and literally the two people I talk to are unavailable so im going to start blabbering on tumblr and pretending people will care about what I post

















