Dying.
Want a cig so bad, I hate family days. This is why when I go out anywhere, I smoke so much. Only another hour and half to go til I can be reunited with sweet, sweet nicotine.
Your life > mine
cosmo sex tip #666
when he’s least expecting it, carve a pentagram in his chest and begin summoning satan
- my mind (all the time): you're fat oh my god look at your cheeks and your stomach and your thighs and your legs and your knees and your feet and your hands oh dear your fingers and your neck why are you so flabby why is there so much fat why don't you ever stop eating it's no wonder you're such a fucking failure it's because you're good for nothing but eating yourself sick you fat whale
