January 2011
this is the story of my life...
“I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not modified mine….”
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there's a vulture...
on my shoulder, and he’s telling me to give in. always hissing, right in my ear, like it’s coming from my own head.
this town is filled with snakes and vermin who will do anything to repress happiness. and they CAN DEFINITELY GO FUCK THEMSELVES.
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those roses have wilted in the time that has...
so i feel as though im the only one who uses their tumblr to actually write and vent about their lives. do i mind? no. everyone has their own tumblr and can put whatever teh fuck they want on it.
where am i?
im stuck in this constant motion of life now alone. a constant motion that consists of insomnia, work of odd hours, six classes to further my future that hold within them hours and mounds of...
