Blank Stares and Empty Threats


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Brittany
17 yrs
Boston, MA
Love. Flowers. Tattoos. Hardcore.
Friends. Food. & Pop Punk

Negative Outlooks.
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I spend my existence wholly, down to the core- exhausted and have nothing marvelous to show for it. What a pitiful way to live

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Oh you think I dont make it to school or dont make it a full day through school because I DONT FEEL LIKE IT or because im “too tired” thats bullshit. I wake up every fucking day feeling like absolute garbage. Every. Fucking. Morning. Some days are better than others, and some are not. I wish that somebody, anybody could undetstand that I love my education, and I treasure my privelage to have one, and every day that I cant make it through all my classes„I leave sick to my stomach knowing that ive let teachets and friends down because apparently none of them have it in them to just understand. Fuck.

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I just need somebody.

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I dont know a goddamn thing besides the fact that I love you

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