the night bloggers have arrived….but this time with a point.
Or the Australians
do you ever forget you have a tattoo and you see it and youre like wtf
i’m made of sarcasm and sexual frustration
so i was on omegle, and this 14 year old chick asked for me to show her my dick. i said no she called me a jerk… what the fuck?!?!
Oh my gods.
Waldo from the Where’s Waldo books
He wears stripes
because he doesn’t want to be spotted.
i’m gonna hit something.
things i told the internet, but didn’t tell my mom
35mm film scans
some pictures about my backwards concept of privacy.
i. it’s getting bad again
ii. this week i am struggling with self doubt and the transition from iced coffee to hot coffee
iii. i want to puke and sleep for six days
iv. i still can’t sit on your couch without shaking
v. i need other people to validate that i am important because i can’t do it for myself
vi. no one else has ever told me that i am desirable with the lights on
I don’t know how much I can stress that this^… This is what keeps many from committing suicide. It is what stops me… I cannot imagine the pain of the person who finds me. They will never be able to understand that the deceased is better off… They will never understand that. No matter what you write or say beforehand… They just cannot understand the pain that was inside you.
This is why I am alive, I couldn’t bear to hurt my friends and family like I had been hurt. So if any of you ever feel like its not worth it. Please re consider, you’re never as alone as you think