{ My Tired, 4am Lips Will Try and Sing For You }: Archive

Mar 26th

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“You’re going to discover that conversations are best at 4am. The heavier the...”

– Jeff Stuckel

Mar 26th

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Mar 22nd

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orlaylod: SRSLY FUCKING GERARD FUCKING WAY...

Mar 22nd

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Mar 21st

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[[MORE]]Yeah I can’t do this anymore. Here I sit in my bed. Mother is upstairs pretending like nothing happened this morning. I did actually pack up all of the things I actually need/care about, and there they sit in bags. This has to be what literal insanity is. I don’t even know what else to call it. I’m calling my doctor’s office tomorrow. I need to be referred to a...

Mar 21st

Mar 20th

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“I like drinking coffee alone and reading alone. I like riding the bus alone and...”

– Unknown

Mar 20th

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Mar 20th

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Welp.

[[MORE]]Well I guess thats it. Mother woke me up at 8am, screaming, and said to have my room stripped & gutted by midnight. I’ll probably have to stay with my Grammie. There isn’t an internet there, so I’m sorry. I guess the only good thing is that she decided that I could keep my money and the cheques…. even though I can’t find the cheques that she supposedly left in the kitchen....

Mar 20th

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Mar 20th

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Holy shit I am tired of bitching about this, but this is bad. I’m so sorry for taking up part of my blog for this insanity, and I’m sorry for adding more negativity when I swore I would stay positive, but holy shit guys. My life plans are literally crumbling before my eyes. I’d post this on my venting side-blog, but some people I know IRL check this one for Life...

Mar 20th

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Mar 18th

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“With insomnia, nothing is real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy of...”

– Fight Club (1999)

Mar 18th

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[[MORE]] I doubt you can even begin to comprehend what a shit day I’ve had. I am literally unwanted and unloved with no fucking future. Oh and now I’m gross sobbing again. My bad. So mother can only speak to me in screaming matches, blaming me for being an immature bitch (even though she’s the one ignoring me). Screams that she wishes I would have stayed away when she kicked...

Mar 18th

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