December 2011
64 posts
I can’t breathe. My throat its killing me. I get my iud out tomorrow (hopefully). My body will be all like FUCK YOU BITCH!
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I hate....
my job. being poor. sometimes my family. hell, sometimes my life. I haven’t felt this down in a while. I haven’t felt like going to sleep and not waking up would be a gift. Why now? Why 2 days before Christmas? Why less than an hour before I have to go in to work for day 4 out of 7 in a row? Why can’t I stop crying?
When someone walks by, I stop scrolling →
cutoffyourhand-s:
Tumblr can go from puppies to orgies any second.