so many fucking groups I was added into. I don’t even know those creatures and i don’t socialize with people who make stupid groups on facebook. Fuck yes. I don’t even want to see their posts. Aside from fucking up my notifications, they don’t do any good. Like what the fuck guys, get a life. They would sit there and post something like good evening. what the fuck. sometimes i hate adding good to evening or morning or afternoons. what the fuck guys. 

now my neighbor is repeatedly saying her gossip to my granny and my granny keeps on making my neighbors voice a little more quiet but she can’t i’d love to smash her mouth is she perfect like would everyone lick her feet for being perfect what the fuck

(via talaska)

My birthday was awkwardly placed between the end of a month and the start of another. I bet those kiddos will curse my birth date unlimited because it’s the end of summer. So I spent 12 years without any remarkable birthday except my 7th, because it’s probably one of the special ages you’ll turn into. But for the past years, as I get older, I realize how lonely it is to just spend your birthday watching TV in a room and eating spaghetti. Luckily still eating cake, but getting no physical greetings from people that you love. And so yesterday my friends came.

Friends are one of my most treasured things in the world. It’s like hidden things you didn’t know you will have. These people have been with me for the last six years of my life, and they never left. Lately I find it unbelievable when people do not leave me. They all leave. They all choose a different path in life. Lucky for us, we fuel each other’s goals and happiness. And I think, that’s the greatest present ever. If I could tell them one thing, I’d tell them I’m lucky to have them. That although at times I put a large barrier around me so no one would even know how I feel. I salute them for still staying right beside me at times when I’m loosing myself. At times when I find it very difficult to save me from myself. That’s when I find them. So somehow, in my life, I would be able to look back and remember not those hard times, but how I got comforted by rare people, because they stayed. And that’s what matters even if you double my age. It’s a cruel world, and it’s something I cannot change. But with these people, and with my family, I’d love to turn a blind eye on the world, and on how sometimes it crushes my heart and soul. I visualize myself stranded on a blue ocean, with no one on it. And then there’ll be rescue boats where my friends are in. I read once, in a quotation dictionary, that you can tell people how much you love them. But you can’t thank them good enough. So maybe I’d love to spend every minute of my life thanking them, and telling them how I love them. In simple things and senseless conversations. And this post are just wasted reckless words. 

I didn’t feel my birthday so much, because it was loud and filled, unlike my most birthdays. It was a new thing for me, and looking back makes me feel nostalgic. 

so i just wanted to say that i’m the kind of person who really wants to hear it. like example if i’ll be asking things i know i would still be asking it. half of the time i do that. and i look so dumb because i’ll be asking things like when a lead character of a story cries because she just lost her baby i’m like why is she crying. something like that.