Society: the word itself is messed up. |
I've been trying to think of a way to stop you from doing this for hours. I've written long messages, but they weren't right. The only message I could think of was three words long... I Love You. |
More pain isn't pleasure. Stop telling yourself that. |
Trust me, you- who you really are, you'll never find that in a razor. |
If you want to make others happy, you must find yourself first. |
The key to happiness is inner peace. |
It's ugly, rotting. covered in boils, STD's, zits, odor, and just grossness- guess what it is? LIFE. The ugliest thing you'll ever meet. |
Let's ride our unicorns into the sunset and be forever awkward together♥ |
Even when I'm dead, I'll be a ghost. |
Just being awky-awky-awkward like that. |