~ Dear Diary ~

She did great.

A glass that pushes cat off of counters

This is it. Peak humor

you keep sending assassins to kill me but every single one falls in love with me

i want to be in love because then id always have someone to go on long walks with

Vajon Ő is ugyan annyit gondol rám mint én rá?

I'm always either used, replaced, or forgotten. I understand that. But what I don't understand is why. I always try my hardest to make people happy, and to mean something to them. But it never works. I'm always worth shit to everyone, everytime.

I thought I was getting better. I honestly did. But now I'm laying in bed at 4am, trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with me and why I'm never enough.