kill the poor.

omg has to pee

GONNA BE ORANGE

PARTY UP IN HERE

BY THE WAY I HAVE TO TAKE PILLS THAT MAKE MY PISS AND TEARS BRIGHT MUHFUCKING ORANGE WOOOO

oh but after 45 minutes they make me puke cool.

I left for two weeks to go to school and I come to see my tumblarity is ZERO

cool.

by the way did you know I’m dying well I’m not actually dying but I feel like I am right now I have four different infections in my body and they’re all in kinda really important areas so that sucks yeah.

I have these reoccuring sort of nightmares

Not the same nightmare.
But they all have the same villian.
Billy.
19.
Tall.
Skinny.
Because of Billy, I have become a paranoid mess.
I cannot be alone in the dark.
I wake up crying and shaking because of Billy.
My parents think I’m insane.
Because of Billy.
Last night I dreamed Billy came in through the window of my bathroom while I was showering. He dragged me screaming and crying by the hair to a huge oven. All of my family was inside. After he tossed me inside we all burned to death. I then woke up in the dream but not in real life. I ran terrified to my parents’ bedroom, to see my parents laying in bed, and who else is there?
Billy.
Leaning against the edge of the bed. I panicked to my parents, screaming “CAN’T YOU SEE HIM?! HE’S RIGHT THERE! WHY DON’T YOU SEE HIM?!” That’s when Billy pulled out a knife, and I woke up shaking violently. I couldn’t get out of bed for two hours because I was scared Billy would be hiding in a shadow somwhere. I know I haven’t seen the last of Billy. I hate my sleeping mind for creating him. I hate Billy.