I’m fine. I’m doing alright. I’m smiling, can’t you see? Everything happens for a reason.
I can’t act like everything is okay. Everything is not okay. I’m falling apart. My family is falling apart even more than it already was. I’m moving. I’m graduating. My mind is fucked up. I just need to get away. Seriously get away. Not just from my house, or from school. I need to escape my own mind. I just….I’m tired of everything. I’m still going to push through because that’s who I am and how I operate, but I’m sick and tired of acting like my life is going good when in reality it’s falling apart at the seams. The end.
I wish we said “fancy” in America. As in, “I fancy you.” It’s such a more agreeable term than “I have a crush on you.” What’s a crush? Like, I AM A BOA CONSTRICTOR AND I AM GOING TO IMMOBILIZE YOU WITH MY MISPLACED AND OBSESSIVE AFFECTION. “I fancy you” is like, you’re so shiny and glittery and I just want to put you on a shelf and look at you for a while ‘cause you’re fancy.
(Source: aimmyarrowshigh)
omfg Megan its usand so I discover why my generation is so weird
I will not never reblog
Never not reblogging.
(Source: skyerockett)