January 2011
Past You had a time in your life when you got deeply, deeply hurt. And you couldn’t help. Trauma. Unbearable, deathly, painful Trauma. You want to forget. And you have forgoten some. But not everything, not that one part that haunts your mind. All you need is to get away. Spend time with the people who love you, there are people. And if you can’t find a true person. God… Just god. You need to get back to life all you need is life. The life you had before you got this deathly curse. The curse that you think about everyday before you go to sleep and when you wake up.
Lmao, I’m just like:
and they’re like:
Trying not to be like this in the middle of the street
Just walking along, in your head you’re like
You start singing quietly out loud like
Somebody sees you and looks at you like
And you’re just like
:
Hehehe, this made me laugh :)
- You have no idea when it’s gonna fucking strike. You could wake up with the red sea in your panties. Or have a spot going on at school.
- IT RUINS YOUR PRETTY PANTIES.
- Pads and tampons aren’t things I really wanna wear.
- Taking a shit is disgusting.
- CRAMPS HURT LIKE A MOTHER FUCKER.
- I get moody.
- I hate sneezing on my period.
- I hate going pee because blood is everywhere.
- It smells hella gross.
- It is the longest 7 days of my life.







