My subconscious has been starving for a creative outlet.
I’m still awake.
My heart feels like its running.
Why do I insist on leaving my anxiety medication when I’m going out of town?
Why don’t I know what I’m doing with my life?
I couldn’t be more lost and confused or at more of a crossroad if I tried,
mojosodope178:
highs0ciety: do your worst go for it. im down
highs0ciety:
do your worst
go for it. im down
Why not.
(Source: yeahniall)
Apparently I can’t sleep in the same bed with any male that doesn’t snore…..EVEN MY DOG!
If I ever got everything I’ve ever dreamed or fantasized about in one man he would be so incredibly fucked up.
My personality is somewhere between sweet/caring and sarcastic bitch. How am I supposed to pick one side?