When people choose a person over you and then when they have no one else they come running back to you. No, fuck you. Fuck you for not being there for me when I needed you. fuck you for never making an effort to see me because you had someone else
When my mom gives me the phone to talk to my relatives
When your phone rings at all ever
I’m an unnatural amount of disappointed with how boring my life is.
I want to go out and dance with my friends and make music and play it on stage for people and meet new people and smile and be happy and dance more and drink a little and hug people and cuddle and go for a walk in the rain with my favorite people and ugh all these things
But instead I sit at home on my iPad reblogging pictures of other people doing those thingS WHY AM I SO BORING
what if the coins you find randomly at the bottom of drawers and in between couch cushions are actually from spiders trying to pay rent