I did some talking with my turtle soap on a rope.
Oddly enough, it made me feel a little bit better.

bagmilk:

“i think i have o.c.d. because i keep my room really clean”

“they ran out of cake-pops at starbucks i’m so depressed”

“i stayed up till like 3 am i swear i have insomnia”

“ugh my parents are so bipolar”

“i can never pay attention in class i think i have a.d.h.d”

“omg i’m so retarded”