Am I worth?
I’m not that sure.
Latelly, I feel like I’ve been living to hurt and piss off people I care about, people I love.
Doesn’t matter if the day before I woke up happy, or my day was great, something always happens, and they get hurt.
And I get twice as hurt.
Would it make them feel less pain if I disappear of their sight? I don’t know, maybe.
But for sure it would hurt me bad to leave them (because I wouldn’t want to leave).
But they don’t care about how much I cry or scream, or why, all they care about is: it’s MY fault. It’s ALL MY fault.
Which means, I am not that important, am I? It doesn’t matter at all how I’m feeling, all that matters is that it’s my fault.
That’s why, I don’t know if I am worth of something, if I am worth of loving, if I hurt and get hurt (because of me). Can someone answer me, please?
Sometimes I wished I didn’t have to decide stuff…
…sometimes I wished I could still be the undecided person.
why do teachers have such an intense hatred for wikipedia
because it does their job better than them
my history teacher used to mess with wikipedia when he gave us assignments
half my class had essays about how hitler was secretly in a relationship with stalin
IM LAUGHING REALLY HARD RIGHT NOW
KKKKKKKK I bet they had adopted babies aspoksaposakpsa
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