July 2012
you were my first of
fucking everything, and now
there is nothing left.
Fuck you, fuck you, I
bet you’ll be angry about this
haiku. Well fuck you.
I’m allowed to have
feelings and I’m allowed to
share them. Deal with it.
can i sue tumblr for murder of my social life
i mean i don’t deserve any kind of response or anything
i’ll just sit here in this endless pool of anxiety that’s cool too.
list of people who can make me laugh so hard that i can’t even breathe
- me
i don’t know if i have any sadness left
i don’t want to do this anymore
there were 7 billion pieces of biodegradable confetti, to represent each person in the world.
out there, in London, in the Olympic Stadium, there is a piece of biodegradable confetti dedicated to me.
they should replace hospital gowns with colourful mexican ponchos because they’re kinda similar and no one could be sad
