Da hail?

futurehanneman: The friend that opens the umbrella behind you so you can be a dilophosaurus is the best friend you’ll ever have.

futurehanneman:

The friend that opens the umbrella behind you so you can be a dilophosaurus is the best friend you’ll ever have.

(Source: goo.gl, via notepicfail)

Bitter.

You know you’re a sad, sad person when you’re already bitter towards the world and all of its things at age 17. Why so negative. Why writing this instead of that paper that was due last week that you’re too stupid to attempt it and too stupid to complete it. Funny how a small kitchen fire can enkindle such self-hatred. Violent loathing. Too stupid for IB. Too stupid for a “good” college. Too stupid to get good grades to pay for college. Too awkward and having too high expectations of people compared to low expectations for yourself. Too much of a loose cannon for anyone to date. Too tall, too thin, too pudgy, too ornery, too ugly, too curly, too hairy, too revolting. Too naive, too trusting, too idealistic. Stupid enough to switch into the hardest program in the district for your junior year when you’re already a shitty student. Too stupid to have the brilliant idea to learn an instrument in order to be in band so you have people around you who don’t judge you for being fucking weird and depraved. Too mean to the nice people, too nice to the mean people. Too jealous. Too unhappy. Too self-centered. Too performance-major-like. Too desperate. Too much of a whore. Too prideful to admit that you burned a pot of hot oil and set it on fire… more like too afraid that people already can see how unintelligent and young you are. So you blame it on your sister. Too hateful towards yourself to fairly treat another person. Too hateful of yourself to ever be able to manage a serious relationship with another, though you want one so disgustingly badly. Undeserving of sleep because you already waste too much of your day. Undeserving of air because you contribute nothing to society besides library fines, defecate, and carbon monoxide. Too stupid to care enough about anything to do something about anything besides fucking bitching about it on Tumblr. 

These are my confessions towards how I feel about myself

“No one can make you feel inferior without your consent”. - Walt Disney

- Well, i certainly feel inferior, especially with others’ consent, though I needn’t it for myself. Now I don’t even make sense.