I’m tired of listening to your complaints. 

Everything is so different. And I Iove who I have become. You dont even get it. I’m loving every new aspect of my life, you just dont want to enjoy this with me. 

On the plus side, I’ve become best of friends with Doc. He seriously is one of the best people I have ever met. And I will never in my life forget him. 

behind-the-flash:

People are like

So I’m all

While my mom is standing there like

My sisters behind me

Then I look at some hot guy

Then walk away like I’m all that and a bag of chips

The whole time I’m thinking

THE END

(via behind-the-flash-deactivated201)

sheepcatsoy:

chromeeyelids:

And this shows up:

And you’re like:

But then a couple minutes later this shows up:

And you run to get your charger like:

this just went down.

Lol gpoy.

(Source: hoes-eh, via awcrapniki)

All you do is chew people up,

and spit them back out whenever you want.

You replace people quickly,

I don’t see why you think you need me.

Bold is Sam. 

I am a male.
I am a girl. 
.I am shorter than 5’4
I think I’m ugly sometimes 
I have many scars.
I tan easily. 
I wish my hair was a different color.
I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.
I have a tattoo.
I am self-conscious about my appearance.
I have/I’ve had braces.
I wear glasses.
I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.
I’ve been told I’m attractive by a complete stranger.
I have more than 2 piercings.
I have had piercing in places besides my ears.
I have freckles.
I’ve sworn at my parents.
I’ve run away from home.
I’ve been kicked out of the house.
I have a sibling less than one year old.
I want to have kids someday. 
I’m in school.
I’ve lost a child.
I have a job. 
I’ve fallen asleep at work/school.
I almost always do/did my homework.
I’ve missed a week or more of school.
I failed more than 1 class last year.
I’ve stolen something from my job. 
I’ve slipped out an “lol” in a spoken conversation.
Disney movies still make me cry.
I’ve peed from laughing.
I’ve snorted while laughing.
I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried.
I’ve glued my hand to something. 
I’ve had my pants rip in public.
I was born with a disease/impairment. 
I’ve broken a bone.
I’ve gotten stitches/staples.
I’ve had my tonsils removed.
I’ve sat in a doctor’s office/emergency room with a friend.
I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed. 
I had a serious surgery.
I’ve had chicken pox.
I’ve had measles.
I’ve driven over 200 miles in one day
I’ve been on a plane.
I’ve been to Canada.
I’ve been to Mexico
I’ve been to Niagara Falls.
I’ve been to Japan.
I’ve celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.
I’ve been to Europe.
I’ve been to Africa.
I’ve gotten lost in my city.
I’ve seen a shooting star.
I’ve wished on a shooting star.
I’ve seen a meteor shower.
I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas.
I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator.
I’ve kicked a guy where it hurts.
I’ve been to a casino.
I’ve been skydiving.
I’ve gone skinny dipping.
I’ve played spin the bottle.
I’ve drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour. 
I’ve crashed a car.
I’ve been skiing.
I’ve been in a play.
I’ve met someone in person from Facebook.
I’ve seen the Northernlights.                                                   
I’ve caught a snowflake on my tongue.
I’ve sat on a roof top at night.
I’ve played chicken.
I’ve played a prank on someone.
I’ve ridden in a taxi.
I’ve seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
I’ve eaten sushi.
I’ve been snowboarding.
I’m single. 
I’m in a relationship.
I’m engaged.
I’m married.
I’ve gone on a blind date.
I’ve been the dumped more than the dumper.
I miss someone right now.
I have a fear of abandonment.
I’ve gotten divorced.
I’ve had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back.
I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.
I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did.
I’ve kept something from a past relationship.
I’ve had a crush on someone of the same sex.
I’ve had a crush on a teacher. 
I am a cuddler.
I’ve been kissed in the rain.
I’ve hugged a stranger. 
I have kissed a stranger.
I’ve done something I promised someone else I wouldn’t.
I’ve done something I promised myself I wouldn’t.
I’ve sneaked out of my house.
I have lied to my parents about where I am.
I am keeping a secret from the world.
I’ve cheated while playing a game. 
I’ve cheated on a test. 
I’ve run a red light.
I’ve been suspended from school
I’ve witnessed a crime. 
I’ve been in a fist fight.
I’ve been arrested. 
I’ve passed out from drinking.
I have passed out drunk at least once in the past 6 months.
I’ve smoked.
I’ve taken painkillers when I didn’t need them.
I’ve eaten shrooms.
I’ve popped E.
I’ve inhaled Nitrous.
I’ve done hard drugs.
I have cough drops when I’m not sick.
I can swallow about 5 pills at a time no problem
I have been diagnosed with clinical depression.
I have been diagnosed with one or more anxiety disorder.
I shut others out when I’m depressed.
I take anti-depressants.
I have been anorexic or bulimic.
I’ve slept an entire day when I didn’t need it.
I’ve hurt myself on purpose. 
I’ve woken up crying.
I’m afraid of dying.
I hate funerals.
I’ve seen someone dying.
Someone close to me has committed suicide.
I’ve planned my own suicide. 
I’ve attempted suicide.
I’ve written a eulogy for myself.
I own over 5 rap CDs.
I own an iPod or MP3 player.
I have an unhealthy obsession with anime/manga. 
I own multiple designer purses, costing over $100 a piece.
I own something from Hot Topic.
I own something from Pac Sun. 
I collect comic books.

Isn’t how much fun we had that one day… doing that one thing. 

What I’ll remember is how you told me I was your best friend, and you lied.

I won’t remember the places we went to get away, or the things we did because they were fun. I’ll do the same things with all my other friends, so the experiences with you will be one of a million. They’ll all seem the same, and you’ll be mad about that. 

But I don’t care. 

Because you always do the same thing to me, every time you’re mad.. 

“Can I…” You know how the saying goes, only because it’s your saying. 

By the way, I don’t feel like I’m missing you. And I”m not planning to. 

Forever your memory,

Samantha. 

I want you back here, but I’m so different I can’t handle it already.

The idea of you coming home, back where everyone thought you so plainly belonged, is really beginning to make me sick. 

My life is a crazy enough mess without you, so I don’t need you.

I just want to feel loved, not to have to pour out my soul to love someone else. 

I want to live every day as if it was seriously my last without my parents putting restrictions on everything I do.

I want someone who’s gonna push me up against my locker and kiss me ‘til the world ends.

I want more people, who will tell me their secrets, just because they can trust me.

I just want. But I can’t stand.

I’m going to write.. 

I have this idea. 

Strangely, I haven’t had such an idea in a long time. 

So I’m going to take advantage of the quiet and my inspiration. 

All of a sudden, it got really quiet in my house, 

even though I’ve been the only one home all day. 

It’s kind of eerie to not hear my family in the background all the time. 

You know.

You always talk about how I’m your best friend and how I’m so important in your life.

But I don’t believe you.

And I don’t really trust you anymore.

And I don’t want to tell you secrets anymore.

And I don’t want you to think we’re amazing friends anymore.

But when I’m with you, you’re still my best friend. 

And I love hanging out with you.

And I try to talk to you.

And I try to keep you in my life.

And I try to tell you things I wouldn’t tell anyone else.

And I try to pour my soul out to you about everything that’s going on.

But I am so confused.

About everything in my life. 

And you’re one of the main things. 

/:

Honestly, it’s not even worth writing it again. 

All I’ll do is cry and it won’t even mean as much to me.

The whole point of those thousand words I wrote was that my mother left for a conference in Dallas, with these ladies she goes to Bible study with. She’s been so busy that she never talks to me. I go to hug her this morning, I don’t get a hug, she doesn’t tell me she loves me. So I just left her at the church, without looking back, so that she can enjoy her time with these ladies she’s put in front of her daughter for months now. I don’t need reassurance that she loves me, she cooks dinner for me, right? She does my laundry? 

I’m so fucking pissed Tumblr didn’t save the last one, I’m fuming with anger right now. not just with the fact that my mother can’t tell me goodbye before she leaves for four days and that she can’t make time for me in her life, but with Tumblr too. This is gonna be a really bad day.