No one is in here. yay. i don’t know how to type this. i knew this day was going to come some day because i know myself very well. i push everyone away and the people that i don’t push away always wind up pushing me away. it’s how things work and it’s how they’ve worked in my life for so long. not only with “friends” but with my family as well. i guess I’ll begin by telling you that the reason i am so attached to olive is because she is me. i didn’t create her out of some sort of imagination; the kind of things she went through i went through. her feelings, her thoughts, her way of looking at life are all me. a very important person in my life once told me that olive was who i was and Nibelung was who i used to be and Sebastian was who i wanted to be. not because he’s some sort of serial killer but because he’s so strong and he just doesn’t care about anything. no one can hurt him. my second point is that I’m sorry. I’m sorry that i walked into your lives. I’m sorry that you had to meet me. if i was someone else i wouldn’t want to be friends with me. i wouldn’t want to know me either. I’d hate me. but i guess that’s just because i do hate me. it’s biased in an odd way. when people tell you things enough, like that you’re worthless or that they hate you. you begin to believe those things. and that’s all you can see. my dad’s better. it turns out the doctor gave us wrong information about him. my brother left yesterday. my mom has been descent. she broke up with her boyfriend. Eugene and i aren’t friends anymore. I’m such a burden on people and just looking back at me thinking anyone could ever love me or want to be friends with me sounds so pathetic. so i guess i will tell you right now that in case you hadn’t noticed, i deleted olive’s account. I’ll always carry the memories i made with you guys with me..however long my life may last. hopefully it won’t be very long but you never know what life can throw at you. I’ll be getting a new phone soon which means my phone number will be changed and i won’t be tempted to text you guys and backtrack and there will be no way for you to text me either. I’m not going to delete my personal because there’s three years worth of stuff on there. or maybe i will. it doesn’t bring back any good memories. I’ll delete all my pictures of anyone I’ve ever met. this is like my starting a new. i need you all to do my a favor though. quite a few favors, actually. i need you to promise me that one of you will text Allie every morning asking her how her day is going, making sure she’s okay, and talking about politics with her. i need someone to remind kika how lovely she is, tell her to eat, and just randomly text her pervy things throughout the day. i love all of you equally but they worry me the most? i really am sorry that i came into your lives, that was unfair of me. it was unfair of me to go into anyone’s life. i never meant to get attached to you. it just happened. please always remember that you are beautiful brilliant people, that i love you more than i will ever love anyone. you are the best parts of me. i don’t know what I’ll do without you all but this is for the best, really. you don’t need me in your lives and i need to stop being selfish and stop trying to keep you in mine. you don’t want that nor do you need that. no one needs me in their life. i hope that life leads you wonderful places. i hope Stephanie gets to live in Oregon someday, and that rhian and Kass wind up really really happy wherever they go. i hope that darian travels the world and loves her studies and i just hope that life hands you all what you deserve. always remember that there’s going to be lots of dark days ahead of you but there’s always going to come something better from it. i love all of you not just the people I’ve mentioned, like, Liz and Jordan and Kimmy and Serena and Rachel. if i forgot anyone then please shoot me. you are so beautiful, so so precious. i wish you could see you the way i see you. as the perfection that you are. you’re pure perfection. please don’t ever let anyone tell you differently. also, if someone could show this to everyone? i mean because like Kass & darian don’t come on here so if someone could get this to them? that’d be really nice.
These belong to you: Mat, Mordan, Ordan, Allier, > [frown] , Bay. Mooke = puke milk, jup jup jup, textures, rape face, bigness, ass, Banana, Satan/Satin, Loev, you are dress, I can’t be shaved, Gramma, Monkey Slut, We had a ho, Oswak, Orda, Jodan, pockter, Destinatino,Olia, Sassbener, “that school those kids got shit at” ,Or, Ranye, banan, jass, Stan, Sata, Morgn, owenf, any tony,RMORGA, Lo, Luren, grouned,Ist, Alska, Teo, Fce,Cricket shitter, Eson, cahtzy,Coe, ass kaeting,Commercia,stragne, Rchel, anagel, Bruc, Jordank, hear x2, hunry, Eragon the mook, burritio, jokes on pills, criny, Hot Ryan, Olvie, Daruab, Waot.
ollie, kimmy, steph, and kika
So then Ryan replies next and then I do? And then it’s Ben and then Drew or Nathan?
That scene
in that one movie
where Hermione’s talking about how her parents are dentists
like whens he’s first asked the question
and she like does that awkward half smile
HARRY LOOKS SO FUCKING PROUD
OMG HE’S LIKE
IT DON’T MATTER
BECAUSE THEY’RE HERMIONE’S PARENTS
SO THEY’RE OBVIOUSLY FUCKING FLAWLESS PPL OK
*patting you on the back* Ugh that sounds so awful though. :/ About the dog food and the pan and your sister and everything. I’d be so fucking pissed off if I were you omg. See times like these I wish I lived near you guys because then I could go help you scrub the pan. Which I seriously would do. I burnt a pan once in culinary and it took me and five other people to make it look descent again.
I don’t remember the conversation IC but OOC I used that gif of her in the red shirt and you said “That gif is so accurate” and I was like 1/9534905 less intimidated.
me and my sister got really emotional about this the other day. i feel your pain about this all day everyday
I read this girls letter and she was like “It doesn’t matter much that Harry Potter will never die because the characters are no longer here” and I was just like WHYYYYYYYYYYY
