So sick of fake friends. People that once said they loved you and needed you, and now hardly remember you exist.
i dont think my friends understand. when i say my room is messy i dont mean “cute” messy where i have a jacket hanging here and there i mean messy as in fuckin trash island where garbage citizens hold elections over who will become the next trash overlord it’s fuckin gross
I have become rather fearful I suppose. (via psych-facts)
anon (via invhale )
i just wanna know why im not ever important enough to anybody or why im so disposable. i really wish i had actual answers