Is it bad that I’m only nineteen and I feel like I’m already over the whole party stage of binge drinking
my name is elizabeth and i'm nineteen and i'm a history major and sorority girl and i like bad music and fashion and art and films and nature and sports and religion and boys (i don't kiss boys) (boys kiss me) and eddie vedder said i was pretty once ok i'm kind of a dumbass bye
I need to get out and go to a frat party and listen to shitty music and drink too much and make out with a guy whose dad has too much money or something. That’s my realm, that’s who I am, not this bullshit right now.
Like nooooooppppeeeee, I’m stopping myself. I literally CANNOT make myself sad, or allow myself to fucking sad every night. I can’t stand it. I couldn’t stand it then and I certainly wouldn’t be able to stand it now. I’m not doing this. I need to get out, go somewhere, be with some people, I don’t know, anywhere but this room and this bed
better dig two — the band perry
well, it won’t be whiskey, won’t be meth, it’ll be your name on my last breath. if divorce or death ever do us part, the coroner will call it a broken heart
But more than anything, I am so unpleased and disappointed in myself because I can feel myself slipping into this state of sadness very quickly and it reminds me of two years ago and I simply cannot take lying in bed, crying and sleeping, skipping class, not eating, watching Netflix, and having like one friend again. Maybe it’s just winter, maybe it’s just my life, I don’t know, but I’m so goddamn sad sometimes
You know, I really haven’t had one of those nights where I take a long bubble bath and listen to Jeff Buckley in a while and those are very depressing nights but I feel depressed every night so what does it matter