I’m really drunk right now and my boyfriend is next to me after I just feed him some crackers and water because he’s too drunk. But I just want you to know that I really love Perks of Being a Wallflower. It hits home too hard. Not that my aunt who molested me died or anything, but the way he talks about life, about what he feels and thinks, it’s just all the same for me. I can read the book for days and cry with every word he says because it’s all too real. I wish it wasn’t. I wish that I was okay and didn’t fantasizes about taking two bottles full of pills almost every night. I wish I didn’t think about slitting my wrists to the point beyond repair. I wonder if my boyfriend knew I had these thoughts, if he would still be with me. Probably not. Who would want to be with someone like that? That would feel like such a burden and even though I just took care of him, no one would want to take care of a mess like me. He hasn’t even seen how bad I can be.
imagine being in ravenclaw and going back to your common room stumbling drunk in the middle of the night after a magical night of partying and having to answer a fucking riddle in order to get in your own goddamn bedroom
"what gets wetter and wetter the more it dries"
"your mom eeyyyyyyy"
I like to take care of people when they’re drunk. I really do. I know most people hate it, but if they’re getting sick and they need someone to rub their back or hold their hair or feed them crackers and water, I’ll do that for them no matter how drunk I am or how much I want to throw up myself. I’ll always be there for anybody.
there’s a lot that is wrong with me.