Someone take pity on my poor sunburnt face and talk to me?

I should post my hilarious okcupid conversations. I don’t know why I haven’t been. Damn. Now I regret deleting some of them. Hopefully I get some more soon so I can entertain you all with my pathetic life.

Oddly enough I don’t enjoy being propositioned as a personal sex toy.

Fuck off right now

This is real life.

When guys on okcupid answer that: they think homosexuality is a sin, that gay and lesbian couples shouldn’t have children, that straight women in a club kissing is hot

And proceed to message me, I think to myself, you MUST be a moron.

Peasant time.

Message me for my infooooo

Of wanting to die
Of wanting to live
Of my family
Of school
Of being depressed
Of being me
Of EVERYTHING

I wish I could be one of those creative people that I seem to be friends with and gravitate towards. Literally all my friends are so artistic and I’m just here.
I want to be one of those people who can write in a journal every day.
I want to be able to draw or paint.
I want to be able to let go and be free instead of always being the worrier.
I want to see all of the worlds beauty without having to try.

I guess I just want to find myself. I want to find who I really am and that seems like the biggest challenge in the world.
As if I don’t have enough problems.

HOLY SHIT TUMBLR HAS REALLY GONE DOWN THE DRAIN SINCE I FIRST JOINED.

AT LEAST BEFORE IF YOU POSTED “hey let’s talk” SOME MOTHER FCUKING STRANGER WOULD MESSAGE YOU.

NOW NO ONE CAN EVEN BOTHER.
FUCK ALL OF YOU.

I told my family that I’m going to use my aunts name for my future daughters’ middle name and my grandpas name for my future sons’ middle name. Everyone was more than thrilled and it makes me happy to know that they feel good about my decision.

All our friends were hanging out together and something happened, you said you had to go.

I lost all my sense and started screaming and shouting everything I’ve ever wanted to say to you.
How the only thing in the world is that I want you to be happy and if I can’t make you happy then I understand. I want you to get better and if someone else can help you more than I can then I respect that.

As I stood there screaming and crying I told you that I loved you and life seemed to stand still for a moment until you spoke. And you told me you loved me too.
I ran to you and we hugged and I just had to run my hands all over you because I was sure you weren’t really there, because how could you love me back? We stood there for the longest time crying and holding each other so tightly and you stroked my back in an effort to get me to stop crying.

I realize it was only a dream but I desperately wish it could have been real.

And then I only realize that if it was real I would only keep hurting the people I care most about. You and him.