#cryingforhelp

i need to get my shit together but being a procrastinator and sloth doesn't help well enough ://

Qué hago si este niño me gusta demasiado y quiero seguir hablando con el al mil pero no quiero ser insistente y encimosa porque creo que sí le gustó pero él es más relajado????

that gut wrenching moment when you look at yourself in the mirror. bloodshot eyes, shaking hands, and hot tears spilling down your cheeks. you throat is raw from the screams that you've been muffling. you don't want anyone to hear you. there's a razor in your hand and blood in the sink. you look at yourself and break down. you can't breathe. you fall to the floor. and you wonder, "who the fuck have I become?"

Alright. I have a serious addiction to tumblr. Like it's not even funny, it's a serious problem.