I thought she said “I ain’t no Harlem black girl.”
My life is a lie.
Why don’t dogs get to see the world too?
23:04 (via geo-wee)
sometimes this is how I feel. Like I’m not good enough or something..
Having all but tumblr compromised, this is my last safe haven for my thoughts and feelings, as well as my creative side. On a side note..
I feel like I’m not contributing to society as I should. I feel useless in almost all aspects of life. There are just too many things I have gotten myself into that I can’t get myself out of. Too many times have I regret doing things, even if they look right in someone elses eyes. I have contemplated about suicide more than once now, so many times in fact, that it would baffle onlookers why I have such a sunny disposition. I honestly don’t like living the way I do. I wish I could change my life around, but I am already too deep in this rabbit hole that is very much larger in the interior than the exterior leads you to believe. Sometimes I feel like my life is so far left that even death looks right.
I have called for help many times, but not in a conventional way. No one seems to be picking up on it either. It leads me to believe that no one really cares, but at the same time, maybe I’m just too complex. I over think things through, I am constantly watching over my own shoulder. I mask my real intentions with acts of grandeur, only because I’m afraid the general populace will become terrified if they heard the truth. Yet here I am, spilling it all on a mere blog that probably will become overlooked, people will say “It’s okay, hes just going through a phase.” I assure you, it is quite the opposite.
This is super catchy.. and yes I’d like a little more booty to hold on to at night hahaha
LOOOOOL I CANT