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Could I get added to your tag list for everything?
Hi, sure I can tag you.
But, and sorry if this comes off wrong...
1/6/17
today i pleaded to my parents to unground me so i could go out, but i got caught. i’m home and i sliced my finger open on purpose??? prob cuz alc. i haven’t eaten today. i got home from paiges and started running. feel good but also like i’m gonna pass out. don’t wanna go down and get food where family is but gonna steal booze from sistas room. okokkkk
I think this adequately conveys my general Tumblr experience over the last 6 years.
My new year’s resolution for @andrewsillustrating is to draw whatever I want to draw, make the art that I want to make, and not give a damn about notes. When you’re shouting into the void, you gotta shout for yourself, not to be heard.
Quick reminder that if you ever go like ‘but my problem is worse than yours’ you are basically competing to see which one of us has it worse and you are not making either party of the discussion happy, in fact you are making me miserable because not only you are stating that you have it worse than me (which is a lot) but also you are saying that my problem is worthless compared to yours
If I am not trash, why do I get abandoned like trash? I don't want pity. It's a legit question.
No that's okay mum. It's not like today was a really important and big day for me, and maybe even a casual question about how it went would have been nice.
No, why would you care or ask, even though you knew how worried and stressed out I was about it.
Far better to just moan because I came in to say hello to you when I got home because I was talking over the tv. Because godforbid you press the damn pause button and acknowledged me. Whatever.