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I’m bored

I’m bored, come on let’s get high ^^^^

But seriously, I’m bored.

maravenag:

i upload this again, just because i fucking love Joy Division

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Reblog if you’re a potato.

orphansofaddiction:

only sometimes though, sometimes I’m a carrot

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I hate facebook

yet I still have one.

I just witnessed the guy I’m…”seeing” online flirt with one of my friends,

hmm.

I mean it was innocent but I still didnt like it.

well, it’s ok (it’s not) BUT I did something much worse to him and I regretted it.

So I’m not sure if I feel sorry anymore. 

The point is, if it werent for facebook I wouldn’t even have this jealousy, or heck, half of my social/love problems wouldn’t exist.

Yet, I can’t bring myself to delete it off my life.

I don’t know what I want anymore

it used to be simple, it used to be you.

But now it’s this, and that.

It used to mean… everything

now it means… almost nothing.

I guess it’s still fun. It still feels good… kind of.

Mainly it feels empty and fake.

It’s like I’m wearing a mask: A good girl gone bad. But really, deep down, under all the dirty secrets, lies and sins I’m still good.

Or maybe I’m just fooling myself, what if I really am just bad?

What if I am, THAT kind of girl? The kind I’ve been trying not to be. The girl that everybody talks about? The dirty skank?

I’m not a skank… or a slut… or anything. I don’t know who I am, because I don’t know what I want.

I want skin. I want sin. I want lips, and thrusts, and moans, and that hungry look in the eye.  I want to be bad, so that it feels good to be punished. I want to be alone, together.

But I also want what I used to have, once upon a lovely time, with you.

I want the laughs, and I want the heavy heart beats.  I want the “I love you’s” and the “I’m sorry’s.”  I want to feel beautiful again.  I want the sweetness, the decency.  I want to care about someone like you again. I want the heaven.  I want the warmth, I want to WANT TO wake up, and I want to see someone like you lie beside me in the morning. I want to be together, together.

So maybe I do know what I want, I’m just denying it all from myself.  I’m taking the easy comfort. I’m calling whoever I can reach to feel, merely half as good as you once made me feel.  So with that said, everything I want is everything I am.

I guess the real problem is that I don’t know who I am anymore.

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