Back to square one.

I’ve been at the hospital for four and a half hours.

I’m so tired and all of these precious posts on tumblr are making me tear up.

Je t’aime.

That awk moment

When people get genuinely upset about something that was just intended as a friendly debate…

Why am I even grounded..?

Whenever I come home everyone is either asleep or the house is empty. I do my own laundry, clean up after myself, and take care of all my own meals. I pay for almost everything I do including my car.

I basically live alone, so why can’t I live by my own rules?

I’m so glad I came home…

to sit on the computer and get fatter.

Thanks dad, fuck you too.

So not the drama.

My Machinal scene is going to be so beautiful.

Chelsea and I cut it perfectly and it’s just going to be so wonderful and I’m so excited I can’t even take it.

Except I really hope it’s long enough because it’s too perfect to have to add more in.

The moon’s my teacher, and I’m her student.

I’m so hungry.

There’s no food in this house.
What is open at this hour?
Besides McDonalds. 

I am seriously petrified of turning on a light and seeing someone hiding against a wall in the reflection of a window.

That awkward moment

when you type “collegeboard.org” into your address bar and press enter, and Tumblr reloads and says you entered your email or password incorrectly and to try again.

I seriously just need to curl up with a good book.

Too bad I haven’t read for pleasure in forever and so no good book is in sight.

The trouble is deciding when it’s time to admit defeat, and when to stand back up and keep fighting for what you want.