We’ve officially reached that annoying time of year where it’s sweater weather in the morning, but by midday you die from a heatstroke.
I have finally found a solution to this apocalyptic problem… don’t leave the house. It seams to be working for me but I have also started talking to myself, so that’s happening.
He’s really freaking me out.
I think I have an actual stalker and it’s making me too scared to sleep. My bedroom has a door that leads outside and it’s fucking terrifying. I’m also really mad that someone is making me feel this way.
This is all I want right now.
I want to believe it’s all the same guy
Such a sad ending to such a colorful life.
Is this blood or am I watching too much criminal minds?
My mom gets me in ways nobody else does but she also doesn’t get me in ways that most people do.