lmao i feel sad.
i think im gonna start a book on my feelings? kind of like a diary or a place for my rants. i wish i could go to pressplay and i get so depressed knowing i'll probably never go. and i feel guilty for listening to jacob sartorius or however the fuck you spell it. i feel like sometimes my friends hate me. i miss wes and i haven't met him yet. i wish i could hug him. no one cares. i met shane dawson yesterday and i felt like no one gave a shit and fuck. im not even appreciated and i hate this all. i hate this life...
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laid (wesley tucker)
Romancei can't be the only girl who cheats on her amazing boyfriend to fuck my brothers bestfriend on a daily basis, right? ♡
