Is it just me or is the Raccoon Society forum thing kinda boring? It’s not that it annoys me o that I don’t have a look every now and then but everyone agrees about everything. It’s really weird… also like I sadi boring to read the same thing several times.
Kind of agree with you there… we don’t fight any more! I think it made us more like a family cause we did have all the arguments and debates as well as the love…
Those comment sections got pretty brutal sometimes =p
needed to post this cause of reasons….
Did NOT realise you had this photo! Ugh, tour memories… </3
Ohdear
So last night/early hours of this morning…
I may have sent a long, rambling, painfully awkward and rather too honest message. Well it wasn’t that long, but it took me an hour to write because I kept crying…
Point being, in the light of day, I kind of wish I hadn’t. I might have made everything worse. I said too much, but thankfully not everything.
I have no idea how this will turn out. Oh fuck.
that awkward moment when you make a band reference and it’s just perfect and your laughing and friends don’t get it cause they don’t like bands.
That awkward moment when you get jealous even though you have no right to be.
via sodamnrelatable
(Source: thisisnotmyfairytaleendingg)
so I can’t just keep my mouth shut
I guess that’s what all these text posts are for, an attempt to get it out of my head by putting it somewhere else… At least here I know you won’t see it, fuck knows I don’t have the guts to actually tell you but… I’m pretty damn sure I love you. And it’s killing me. I’ve become so disconnected because you’re all I can fucking think about. And I’m not saying you don’t care about me at all but I know full well you’re not as gone as I am. I very much doubt you’ve cried yourself to sleep at night. The worst part is, I have no idea what we are, are we anything? I fucking miss you. And I’ll say it again, to be sure. I love you. P.S. I feel so very melodramatic and cliche, getting so screwed up over this.
Why can’t I just STOP thinking and thinking and OVER THINKING it?! It’s not helping, it’s making everything worse. And now I can’t do anything cause I don’t have the energy. It’s so draining. I can’t even say anything, that would only fuck up what little I do have, and I can’t lose that. I CAN’T.
How does anybody do this? I guess labels are good for something. If I could only put a name to it and be sure that’s what was going on. It doesn’t help that everyone thinks it’s more than I can be sure of. STOP IT. You’re making it harder for me!
Fuck. I still wouldn’t want this not to have happened. This might be it.
Vague emotional bullshit over. Time to bottle it all up and be silent again.
So now it looks like I have something more painful to avoid over thinking. Wonderful.
Also, I think some cunt has nicked 30 quid from my card at a fucking atm.
Apparently chainsmoking and watching cynical cartoons actually works as a kind disconnected distraction technique.
Oh don’t get me wrong, I’m still over-thinking, but I can function when I need to … kind of.
I don’t see myself resolving this any time soon so it had better hold out.
you know them moments when you look in the mirror and you think holy shit that’s me because for some reason it feels like the person you’re looking at in the mirror is an unfamiliar stranger and you begin thinking about how you’re a person on a planet in a solar system in a galaxy in a universe and for a few minutes you ponder the origin and the meaning of existence and then shrug and return to your computer
(Source: liripot)
