i really need to learn to not pick my scabs.

not only is it a gross habit, it enlarges the scar and it hurts like a motherfucker.

if you can wait till i get home, then i swear to you that we can make this last.

clearly, my passing of tafe means nothing to you. thanks guys, it's nice to know who i can(not) count on these days..

i miss you;

nostorybook:

and the way we used to talk.

because we used to be such good friends, and now we’re nothing.

stuff about today.

• my un-diagnosed rash has flared up again and is super itchy.
• i haven’t spoken to matt all week and i miss him.
• i helped a friend get ready for her formal, she looked amazing.
• i had hamburgers for tea.
• reece gave me a new hat for my collection.
• i figured out what i am going to wear for the feast picnic on sunday.
• i made a bracelet, that sucks.
• i watched the L word, and feel sorry for dana who has cancer.
• i checked on the baby bird in our backyard.
• i was nice to my sister.
• reece lent me ‘black books’ and ‘lano and woodley goodbye + the island’.
• my rash is itching me again. do not scratch.
• i went to the orthodontist and got my bands changed.
• i walked to the shops.
• i got mad at myself for looking at their profiles, again.
• i thought about various things, too much.
• i had a dream about you.

is it love, neediness, wanting? these days, no one knows. but everyone knows, that no one wants to be alone.

when people have annoying homepages on their tumblr, i tend just to exit and not browse.. this just proves that i am frustrated to easily these days..

a nice girl.

yes please.

ALL I REALLY WANT RIGHT NOW IS A LOVELY BOY WHO WILL HOLD MY HAND AND TELL EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY.

(via thebeautifulyouth)

you know what's sad...

making yourself a friendship bracelet, and feeling sad because you know you won’t ever recieve one from a friend. what is even sadder is when it looks like shit, and then you feel worthless. all these emotions evoked by three pieces of string. fuck me.