Trying to figure out this life.
I feel like I’m always on a different page from people. I can’t seem to focus on the things they’re saying, and I never understand them. I have to think everything out, s that I know what is meant. Most people look at me like I’m weird. I am weird, but I never thought in an unlikable way. I don’t understand the way kids my age work. I’m constantly paranoid someone’s talking about me behind my back, and odds are that I’m right. I can’t comprehend why making each other feel like crap is amusing. I don’t know if there’s something wrong with me or what.
That’s what scares me— the not knowing. You can never be sure if someone is being completely honest or lying through their teeth. I feel so awkward and out of place around everybody. I try to be nice to everyone, but it seems to just make me a target. Is it just me?
because you can’t not reblog your president silently jamming out
can we talk about how much i love you?
☐ Old Green Day ☐ New Green Day ☑ I don’t care, I just love Green Day.
(Source: green-day-eulogy)
THIS.
this. fucking preach.
I bet only like half of the people reblogging this know where it came from.
(Source: noerection)
