WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO.
I don’t understand.
I am moving to Melbourne in two weeks and I’m looking at jobs right now which is (stupidly) upsetting me because
I want to live/work overseas for at least 6 months of my life, I will have no life left when I’m done with everything else.
Why can’t I just be born into money so I never have to worry about getting qualifications, WHY
My uncle got really drunk really fast and he fell asleep on the couch and I can hear his snoring quite clearly from my bedroom which is doors and walls and about 20 metres away.
I have heartburn and I can’t stand more alcohol. This is why I don’t drink. I’m so sad.
Being a creep and reblogging a complete strangers completely relevant personal post.
we’re going on skype adventures together. you’re taking me down to the catacombs under your dorm, which you can get kicked out for entering. hey, it was your idea. it feels like i’m really there with you right now. but you keep losing connection when you go down a flight of stairs, and i remember…
There are points in time when I close my eyes and for a split second all I see is the pain and torture freely displayed on your face that morning. I have no words.. There are no words to explain how my little inferior heart sinks whenever I see that look. I am sorry.