It really hits you that you’re alone when you realize nobody around you wants to talk to you. I hate the feeling when you walk up to your group of friends and everyone seems to get along so nicely and then you’re just there. All alone.
I don’t want to learn in a classroom anymore. I want to travel and talk to people and learn that way. I want to learn as I go, gathering knowledge and not being rigorously tested on it. I don’t want to lose passion in the things I like because of the worry of exams. I want to fuelled by snippets of knowledge I gain from people and be inquisitive. School has stolen my passion for the things I’m interested in and I hate it for that.
one day an insane person is going to threaten me with a gun and im going to make some stupid joke and thats how my life will end
50 shades of shut the fuck up about this book i’ve read better smut written by virgin teenagers for free
the only ‘D’ I’m going to be getting will be in the form of grades
Being skeptical that another person can be incapacitated by a mental illness because you cope just fine with your problems is basically the same as saying “I don’t understand why other people’s brakes fail, because my car works great.”
I reblog this every time.