Uhm. Alive. I don’t think I’ll be on here for a while though. Bigger problems. Runaways. I mean what?

logically-flawed:

I want one. 


Baby woober! Want.

Cold. Sitting in Mcdonalds freezing. Watching ice age. What’s the point in going back to school? Lol.

Anonymous asked: I'm fine. I might be there.

I don’t care anymore. I’m just glad you’re okay.

Will you let something go my way, JUST for tomorrow? Then my life can go back to being as fucked up as it’d like. I just want to see her tomorrow. Please? That’s all I’m asking. Sigh. Goodnight.