upperclasstwit:

I have this problem where I’m interested in everything and really love to learn but I have like 1% drive to actually do anything about that so I just sit inside and cry about television shows.

SO I JUST BOUGHT THE TICKETS TO SEE THE BLACK KEYS. THEY’RE SHITTY SEATS BUT I DON’T EVEN CARE I AM GOING TO BE IN THE SAME ROOM AS DAN AND PATRICK

I MAY PASS OUT I’M NOT SURE. AND THEY ARE REALLY SHITTY SEATS WE ARE LIKE IN THE NOSEBLEED SECTION BUT WHATEVS I’M GOING TO SEE THE BLACK KEYS.

I AM 99.5% SURE THAT I AM GOING TO SEE THE BLACK KEYS IN OCTOBER.

IT’S MY BIRTHDAY IN OCTOBER TOO IT’S GOING TO BE A BIRTHDAY PRESENT THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING I’M GOING TO CRY I’M CRYING RIGHT NOW I HAVE NEVER LOVED MY DAD AS MUCH AS I LOVE HIM RIGHT NOW OH MY GOD

5. A photo of  yourself, not taken by you. 

Finally! Found one that wasn’t a baby photo. This is a couple of years old, on Cronulla beach, at night. It was really fucking cold.

5. A photo of yourself, not taken by you.

Finally! Found one that wasn’t a baby photo. This is a couple of years old, on Cronulla beach, at night. It was really fucking cold.

Right…

So instead of going to sleep like a normal person, I’m going to stay up and write. Cause I’m feeling a little wired, and my head is spinning with ideas.

So, goodnight to everyone heading off to bed - I hope you all have sweet dreams.

And to those just starting their day - I hope it’s a good one.

"She’s alright. You’d like her. The only trouble is, she’s a little too affectionate sometimes. She’s very emotional, for a child. She really is. Something else she does, she writes books all the time. Only, she doesn’t finish them."
Holden, Catcher in the Rye

I need to wake the fuck up…

I just tried to wash my hair with shaving cream.

Tumble…

I’m feeling a little lonely, and I’ve been tossing up a lot of things in my mind. Words that I’ve said (that I wish I could take back). Things that I’ve done (that I wish I could un-do). And of course, all the things that I didn’t do.

Sometimes, I don’t know if I made the right choice in dropping out of school. I felt at the time that it was the only option I had, and I was glad to leave. I was eager for days that didn’t begin at 6am, days where I didn’t have to wear a uniform and be punctual and polite for seven hours straight.

Once I left though, things changed. Duh. That feeling of freedom I thought I would have once I left slowly morphed into this miserable numbness that I can’t even begin to describe. I spent my days dragging myself out of bed, forcing myself to eat and shower, constantly trying to act human. I thought with the stress of school gone, I could focus on myself for once, and my depression and my anxiety would disappear. But of course, that’s not what happened.

Nowdays, I’m struggling to find a job while I watch everyone else around me go to university, or TAFE, or whatever career they’ve planned for themselves. And where am I? Still in my bathrobe, still at home, trying not to feel like a useless lump of shit.

I’m sorry this was so depressing, but it just sort of tumbled from my fingers, and I didn’t think it wise to try and stop myself.

She’s been my best friend for over five years now. I don’t know what I’d do without her.

She’s been my best friend for over five years now. I don’t know what I’d do without her.

Tired…

I spent my Friday night trying to pull myself together, write a resume and keep calm. I don’t even know if I’m ready to step out into the world again, but I need to start earning some money.

I admit it - I’m struggling.

I am sick of waking up every morning, plastering a smile on my face, and trying to get through the day like a normal, functioning human being. I’m so ashamed of myself for not pulling it togehter - I know that sounds silly, but I really can’t help it.

I think I am in love with the idea of love…

… and I’m terrified that while I’m busy looking for it, it’ll fly right by me.

Sometimes I think my handwriting is going to run right off the page.

Sometimes I think my handwriting is going to run right off the page.