where is my mind?

get the fuck out of pallet town.

forafashionvictim:

here is a small young lad, the ripe age of 16. this boy cant keep his head on straight, hes dryier then his canteen. i watch him night after night, as he mass produces pretty boy shit for the world to see. i view silently from the corner, bitting my tounge as she drowns in your vast sea of lies and deception. how could you be so blunt? how could you be so deattatched? i may not have the ability to sing in tune, i make not be able to make all the girls swoon. but at least i write whats in my soul, not for just whom the bell tolls.

i hate tumblr, by the way.

What tomorrow's schedule looks like:

Economics: Either learning some bullshit or Zapalski decides to be nice and not make us do anything.

Chem: Bullshit classwork that will most likely take all of 5 minutes, and then nothing.

Visionary Lit: Thanksgiving party with a lot of food because my class loves bringing that shit in.

Lunch with Rachel and Chandice, not gonna eat much though because i’ll be stuffed from 3rd hour.

Algebra: Test :(

Acting: Turning in my character outline and watching people perform, so basically just hanging out with the pretty awesome people in that class.

Spanish: Test :P

Health: Watching the movie Reversal.

HOOOMEEE~ and i have no idea what i’ll be doing for the night.

Where did you go my one and only?

WHY CAN'T I JUST FOCUS ON ONE FREAKING THING!!!!!

Down with my insecurities,
down with my hypocrisy,
down with my pathetic pleas,
down instead of setting you free
to find your happiness with or without me.