my name is melissa. i tend to feel nostalgic about good times. i like cats, food, sports, photography, and traveling.
i don’t care about this place anymore. it’s not home. it never was. i hate everybody here, and i’m not being overly dramatic. i legitimately hate everybody here. i’m fed up with my mom. i’m fed up with my dad. i’m fed up with my ENTIRE family. i’m fed up with boys. i’m fed up with my friends. i’m just fed UP. somebody PLEASE, get me out of here.
I love how I feel pre-run.
-Anxious. Excited. Pumped. Tense. Exhilarated. Focused.
I love how I feel when I’m running.
-Excited. Fit. Great. Amazing. Like my future is bright. Like I have no problems. Like nothing else matters.
I love how I feel after I’ve ran.
-Accomplished. Awesome. A…
i made a lot of mistakes
i made a lot of mistakes
i made a lot of mistakes
i made a lot of mistakes
sufjan stevens
(Source: nerosion, via allmymetaphors)
it’s not like i thought of you as my best friend
i really know the truth about you know. fucking bitch. i really am done with you. absolutely done. i’ve had enough of you and your shit. you can go have fun with your fucking “good friends”. i don’t even care. i don’t even care. i don’t even care.
you’ve given me enough shit. i don’t care about you anymore. don’t even bother coming to me with all your problems anymore. you have “good friends.” I’M NOT ON OF YOUR GOOD FRIENDS? AFTER ALL I’VE DONE FOR YOU? SERIOUSLY? FUCK YOU.