I need to go talk to my therapist but he’s out of town and he gave me the number for his “”“backup”“” and I just want Xanax and I don’t want to call whoever this person is but I can’t wait until Tuesday because I can’t stop sweating and I’m on the verge of slitting my wrists what do I do

I’m sorry

I’m ripping myself apart I’m dying on the inside tonight is the night

I’m not making it to Tuesday Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha oh my god i haven’t felt this bad since December


nah son, i ain’t got no snapchat. I’m old-fashioned. just fax it to me. fax me the nudes.



my hand slipped

Give it up for “Easter pause” yes I love catholic schools