Don't think I don't understand loyalty just because I've got no one left to be loyal to.
i don’t know what i am, who i like, or where i’m going to work
but i know what hogwarts house i’d be in
i’ve worked so hard and long for my followers i don’t think you understand this is my legacy i have nothing else but this blog and a ton of self hatred
i’m such a jealous little shit but i’ll never say a word about it
i got 99 problems and getting off tumblr could probably solve about 98 of them
me during a social situation: huh this isn't that bad
me after a social situation: they hated me they thought i was annoying they were judging me i fucked that up so bad they never wanna speak to me again i am a terrible person that went terribly
no matter how close i think i am with someone there’s always someone before me like i’m literally never someone’s first option
being too anxious to talk to your own friends
do you ever just wake up and go “nope” and roll over and go back to sleep
person 2: i'm really athletic
person 3: i write really well
person 4: i'm fucking gorgeous
person 5: i'm hilarious and likable
person 6: i can dance really well
me: i can breathe really well
me: chokes
no one ever likes me as much as i like them and that’s it
do you have like these imaginary scenes in your head of you in situations that would never actually happen and whenever you’re bored or spacing out or just walking around you kind of just go back to them and imagine them over and over
