my names emily,

I have no idea what i'm doing, but then again who does at the naive age of Sixteen.

trichotilimania, go away. its 10.11pm


and, i am craving a smoke and a coffee,
but it’s to late to have a coffee, or else i’d be up all night.
and i can not be bothered going outside for a smoke.

i'm tierd of missing people, who don't even bother anymore.
you are making me depressed!