#methamphetameme

imagine a church with a maximum occupancy of 666

i'm getting drunk on really fucking cheap vodka fuck 

I am so sad, because I love you so much. I want to see your face and kiss your lips and tell you that everything will be okay. That I will always be here for you. Always, with absolutely no hesitation. I am trying to do what's best for me, and I wonder is it really the best for me if it only makes me feel worse?  I will not give up on you, ever. You are everything to me, and no one else measures up to just how much you are to me. But this is killing me. I don't know how to handle it. 

here's a pep talk from me to you 1. things might not be going the way you had planned, or necessarily the way you want them to be, but you're awesome and you'll pull through this 2. maybe he doesn't love you, and maybe that hurts a lot, but you're also young, and you'll be okay bc you have your whole life ahead of you; you know, you don't always need somebody by your side for you to know that you're a rad human being and you deserve just as much as other people do 3. college is stressful and you'll make mistakes, but take chances: dye your hair, get a freaky haircut, kiss people (but be careful when slaying the dragon, look out for yourself ok), eat breakfast, get up early sometimes and watch the sunrise bc it's pretty and you almost always miss it, and going to class with no make up and sweatpants is completely acceptable, any day of the week (i would know i do it every day) that's all i've got for you

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