My Escape...

Maybe you guys are like me- it doesn’t matter how old I get, I’ll always be an emo kid you know what I mean?

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This is exactly what’s going through my head all the time. :(  It gets worse if I’m tired or hungry.  And even though I know it’s my brain being a jerk to me, it just feels so “true" and “certain" when it happens. :( 

It doesn’t help that I’ve actually had a real life experience where all of my friends told me that they never liked me and thought I was just trying to get attention when it was revealed to them I had tried to kill myself and was struggling with depression.  I’m always scared now that my friends secretly harbor resentment to me and they’re just all pretending to like me. :(

Plain and Complicated

Dean started smoking when Sam left for Stanford.

No pairings. One shot. Triggers for smoking. Standard disclaimers apply.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11745507/1/

This guy would survive a horror movie.

Every single time this comes up on my dash it gets funnier. Like I just fell of of my bed from laughing so hard

He hit him with a lamp.

I love his freedom pants.