All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
At 12:15 a.m. on December 10, 2005

People are shit.

It’s great to know that the people who say they are your friends, don’t even bother to ask if I’m okay. They just seem to act as if I don’t matter to them, which I’m sure I don’t. Fuck. It’s like they never even cared about me. I always ask people how they are, in which, I actually want to know, but they don’t. No one fucking cares about me. I’m all alone.

Just me, myself, and I.

God, I hate myself.

♥Norie

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×The Person×
Nora. Seventeen. Senior. Insecure. Hopeless romantic. Quiet. Lazy.

×Loves×
Music. Movies. Friends. Hugs. Kisses. Cute boys. Chocolate chip cookies. Rain. Sleeping. Winter. Fall.

×Hates×
Violence. Drugs. Alcohol. Insecurity. Summer. Annoying people.