I tell myself I shouldn’t complain and that “It’ll blow over in a week” but then it doesn’t because the next week only gets worse. I seriously don’t even know how I got into this funk but I’m just waiting until I get out of it.

I mean there’s so many other people I know that are honestly sad to the pits and I compare myself to them saying “Joy stop your problems can’t even touch what people have been though” but then I realized something.

My problems are not irrelevant, their just not yours.

I’m going to sound like an ass. But maybe it started with the whole not-winning the Japan Essay thing, even though I thought my essay was really heartfelt and I was pending on that money to give my parents a break.

Maybe it’s because people only talk to me because I talk to them and i simply give everyone too muc attention. I don’t know how to stop I’m just way to frickin empathatic. And I’m pretty sure 

shoot I’m crying now because I know why I always cry shoot. I hate everyone.

I just.

It’s not “Can you have my babies.” or “I want to make love with you.” or “Be in my pants.” or “Make me breakfast.”

It’s simply just.

“I want to have sex with you.”

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most-awkward-moments:

I made this blog to cheer you sad people up. You deserve to smile.

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necessito pantalones.

HE’S JUST SO AOIUBHF

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omg

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dennysworld:

Fresh prince, Urkel and Reggie. Dope.

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Forever have a crush on this boy.

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lagosphotos:

“Fight Corruption Not Nigerians” #OccupyNigeria

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I still think they trapped him into getting on Shutter Island.

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-pokemonmaster:

I wish I got like a notification every time someone talked about me.