Your fake happiness

Goes well

With your empty life

The magnitude of the crush I feel for Misha Collins would probably rate a 10 on the richter scale

We’ve successfully escaped the poop-zone.

My room mate after we drove through an awful smelling area

I can’t quit asking myself how I got here and what I’m doing

My favorite thing to do lately is cry.

No amount of stuffed animals could make me feel better

I loved you enough to commit my life to you

You loved me enough to commit your life to something else

Its 4 pm I should probably put on pants

Lol nah