fascination

I’m in the greatest mood today!
All we did in vocal class was jam to the Beatles and it made my whole week. :)

I try so hard not to care if I make a fool of myself sometimes, but when I discover that people actually make fun of me for making these mistakes, I just can’t forgive myself. I hate people so much.

I just need to get out of school. Once I can drive and exams are over and summer begins, I feel like everything will just be okay again. I just need to get out.

I can never decide if I want to go to school every day and deal with assholes and seeing my friends or just giving up and laying in bed until summer starts.

My body is ready to sleep but my mind refuses to go

Everything feels lukewarm today

I never realized how badly I want a hamster until I went to Petsmart with my boyfriend today. THEY’RE JUST SO FREAKING CUTE ASDFGHJKL;’;LKJHGFDDFGHJKL; GIMME

I hope he realizes that he’s making a huge mistake right now.

k i l l m e p l e a s e

i would really appreciate it if this day ended like now please

why do you just pretend that things don’t happen
why don’t you care

It’s hard to describe how I feel right now. I almost want to say that I feel numb, but it seems like a bit of a stretch to me. I’m upset about something because I feel like my world is just a tad off balance. But if you were to ask me why I’m this way, I wouldn’t be able to give you an answer. I don’t know what’s bothering me. I just know something’s wrong. Maybe I’m just losing it.

I wish I could be more serious about music than I am. It’s something I truly love, but something I don’t practice very often. I picked up my guitar today for the first time in a week.

It’s strange thinking about how many people surround you at every moment. Like, take away the houses and buildings and how many people would just be standing around you right now?

 To me, it’s surprising how many saddening posts I see on here every so often. I follow over 2,200 of you, and out of those, I see at least three to five (sometimes more) every night who post about being finished; about having enough; about wanting to end it all. And it’s so upsetting because it’s scary. It’s so frightening and saddening to not know what transpired just after those words were typed. It leaves a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach when I feel like there’s nothing I can do about it. Most times, I find that these posts matter less afterwards, and aren’t as serious as they seem, but not knowing the truth behind their words is what worries me. The mystery behind the fingers that type is what makes me wish to be closer. To give sweet words; to save them. It makes me wish to beat the distance and discover what hides behind their eyes. I want to make sure that everyone has somebody to save them.