God I love falling the sleep to the smell of guys cologne that rubs off and stays on you.
I really wanna talk to someone in more depth about this, message me if you care about my pathetic life
I cry myself to sleep.
Why? Because no one cares. Not a soul.
I’m alone. Completely.
Alone.
I need you; you don’t give a shit though.
Obviously something’s wrong and you say goodnight. Whatever fuck it.
Alone.
Always.
Like this if you have an instagram
And if you wanna be super sweet, follow me @alexak_ (I’ll follow my tumblr babez back)
It’s so funny to me how much time and effort you can put into a friendship and get shit back. They help you a few times and all of a sudden theyre God, and all the countless times you can’t remember that you’ve been there for them means shit.
This nice ones always get walked on. Fuck this I’m focusing on my studies from now on, fuck my already small social life.
i have no friends
hmu
maybe i won’t like the result, but knowing i got something off my chest feel bomb.
maybe i’ll lose a friend, but honestly, i’d rather do it knowing i did nothing wrong.
God i’m a freak.
