Averi Daniele O'brien. tattoos. piercings. pink floyd. the who. wiz khalifa. the white stripes. kid cudi. amy winehouse. asking alexandria. skrillex. avenged sevenfold. the script. drake. young the giant. jimi hendrix. deadmau5. i set my friends on fire. the strokes. slow loris. rush. the teenage lesbians. the vain. every dubstep remix known to man. night manager. i believe in hot pants. bad religion. wale. nas. brooklyn. cut off your hands. fool's gold. botany. her space holiday. the war on drugs. kings of the weekend. pink skull. yellow ostrich. yob.
I think a lot, and thinking is bad for me. I think about how fat I am, how big of a bitch I am, or even how shitty of a girlfriend I am. Maybe that’s why I do so terribly in school. Because I’ve trained myself to not think. Because thinking’s bad. Maybe Daniel is becoming so distance, because I tell him everything now, and maybe he just doesn’t want to hear it… nevermind
I just want to die.
