December 2011
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In a more level headed look on my 2011.
Had my heart broken when I realised a very amazing guy would never be interested in me due to my (then) lack of interest in religion.
I got tumblr. Cue discovering a whole new world. Made a ton of awesome new friends (Julian, Kat, Jenny, Caitlin, Helen, Roxxi, Christie, D.M, Matt, Viv, and many more)
Had five major phases of depression, each marked with...
wolstenjenny:
I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m the person who always gets replaced by someone better.
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erehuoyerayhw replied to your post: erehuoyerayhw replied to your post: erehuoyerayhw…
Plus all of the hidden references and ideas with the keys and numbers and odd timing and phrases and it’s just all so much I can hardly take it but I love it so much augh
The guys deserve some kind of award for such an achievement but none exist.
erehuoyerayhw replied to your post: erehuoyerayhw replied to your post: Octavarium…
Ah, well, I have that problem a lot; I usually refer to the song when everyone is thinking about the album T-T. It is my favorite album though, and have often found myself listening to it or playing along/singing to it to feel better.
Hehe I do the same though so its ok :). I’d have to say its a tie...
erehuoyerayhw replied to your post: Octavarium make me better please.
Octavarium has a rather depressing story, though.
I mean the album.
But yes. The song has depressing lyrics. But the music is just incredible and gives me shivers.
Octavarium make me better please.
My mum found out how depressed and emotionally (mentally) unwell I’ve been so I’ll be staying with my parents for a bit. If I seem absent its because the phone reception is terrible out in the middle of nowhere. I should be ok in a few day.
Love you all and stay safe. Xo.
Listening to octavarium so I don’t fall apart.
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I want to die. But right before I do I want you to find me so I can die in your arms.
Poor Vanessa
dream-thespian:
Poor, Poor Vanessa
Why being a girl isn't working out for me:
Body: Oh, guess what time of the month it is!
Me: Please, god, no--
Ovaries: ALL SYSTEMS GOOOOOOOO!!!
Brain: I quit. i quit. kittens and cupcakes and no one loves me. oh my god salty snacks i am furious
Me: Please, guys, calm down--
Face: TIME TO RUIN EVERYTHING YOU HAVE EVER LIKED ABOUT ME. I'M GROWING MOUNTAINS, BITCHES.
Brain: And now I'm ugly! shbdksdnksbn
Torso: Time to practice labor. cramp this bitch up. GO GO GO GO GO GO
Me: STOP IT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!
Stomach: lol clothes cant fit you anymore. you are bloated. you are now a balloooooooon!
Me: I hate you all
Brain: I KNOW EVERYONE HATES ME I AM SO DEPRESSED. we need to procreate.
Face: Lol, i'm not done yet.
Uterus: what did i ever do to deserve this?
Brain: you just wait uterus. they're going to make you hold a baby for like 9 months straight.
Uterus: You mother fuckers.
Torso: CONTRACT!
Me: I quit being female, I am now a llama.
Brain: Me gusta.
