*hands The Phone To You Says Fuck It In Russian And Chugs The Whole Bottle Of Vodka And Yawns*

Ik, I gotta make sure Shelia doesn't pounce *winks and takes another shot as my phone goes off with Montana* Fuck...

Closed rp with raemoanenightinggal

Ida was awaken by her phone ringing. “Hello?” She asked sleepily, the voice of Bill the bartender from a bar that her friend and fellow state goes to. “Fine I’ll come and get her, just make sure she does not kill anyone” she said as she walked out her front door.

Me on Valentine's day

Me: *sees a cute couple walking* oh look a cute happy couple

Heart: *very depressed and shallow* My love...

Me: *sees Valentine's stuff* hey look something I'll never get.

Stomach: *growling* chocolateeeee...

Me: *sees my family* haha fuck you all I'm talking to my

Brain: *snarky* must cry and read fanfics and depressing songs of love.

Heart and Stomach: is there chocolate involved?

Brain: do you care?

*ends up crying in the end*

Your house. I'm fucked if I go home. Cuz Monts going to see the missing bullet. And don't answer that *looks out the window* is my vodka in here still?

Closed rp with raemoanenightinggal

Ida was awaken by her phone ringing. “Hello?” She asked sleepily, the voice of Bill the bartender from a bar that her friend and fellow state goes to. “Fine I’ll come and get her, just make sure she does not kill anyone” she said as she walked out her front door.

Inside my mind

(Arguement with me and me about my boyfriend and my mental state) Me: I love him… I’ll just wait till next month to hug him… Heart: he doesn’t love us… Brain: how about we start hugging Mr. Lust? He loves us more then (boyfriend)… Me: you two aren’t helping…. Heart and brain: dude you’re the unwanted one here. Heart: Brain shut up… you make us have severe depression… Brain: is that so?… why do you make her cry over (bf) every time he neglects us… hmm?… Depression: I think we should go back to bed…. Anxiety: but….. but…. we have…. school… to do… nononono please get up…. you’re making us look bad…. Family: grades need to be perfect. Me: fucking…. let me lay here…. AND DIE!!!!….

(I… have a problem… if you can tell….)

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Tonight, I died a little more. One more blow, and I'm gone.

Raemaone Nightinggale

Wait you're grounded now? Shit who's going to get me my vodka? >~<

@ask-thegemstate @ask-aphohio @downstate-nys-blog are all grounded, go to your rooms.

Any day... of the damn week...

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Why do I try so hard to be noticed even though it'll hurt more when they leave..

Anonymous

For my Birthday. I want to die.

A suicidal soul