Hate this & I'll love you
My mom would celebrate my birthday by threatening to beat me and calling me a failure.
Happy birthday to me. I want to die.
I can’t wait to drive myself off a fucking cliff
So for the people still looking on my blog acting like yeah where is she at? Just message me, I’ll give you my new page.
Not everyone thinks I’m a piece of shit and that’s pretty nice.
Live. Laugh. Communism.(:
why get a job when you can sell oregano to middle-schoolers and tell them it’s weed