i dont know how fucking long ive had an instagram but i never used it until now and i dont know what im doing or what to do and my first picture is of my friends boobies enjoy it.
follow my instagram @felixirr
ill upload dumb shit and we’ll be like bfffff and ill follow every one of u back and we get to stalk each other ;u;
fucking 12 hours constantly around people trying to talk to me and this and that and asking me shit and yelling and introducing me to a million people at once
i feel like someone gave me 100 cups of coffee and locked me in a fusebox and if one more person asks me do something im going to break down even more without a reasonable explanation and theyll get confused and then ill get confused and everything just needs to stop. please dont ever ever force me to talk to people like that because all im going to say is im shy and i just end up sounding stupid and embarrassing and i know crying wont solve anything but i cant stop idk what to do and i always ruin those fucking gatherings everything just happens so fast and everyones having a good time but my stupid stupid brain is so retarded and i dont know whos talking to me or whos listening or watching me and i want to explain to you whats going on but i cant and i jjust dont fucking know anything but i cant stop crying and i cant think right i really really hate being forced into things like today. its not fair that i have to feel like this and other people dont give shit because its not really a big deal and i just want to tell them my energy just drains so fast around others. im so sorry that i was rude to people but they jsut need to stop texting me right nowor im going to break my phone into a million fucking pieces
i absolutely love how the universe throws the right person into my life at the right moment.
especially a friend i havent spoken to in almost 2 years…of all the days to randomly text someone, at the exact hour i seriously needed it. that shit is not a coincidence.
if you have a lot of libra or leo in your charts
i probably love you already
personally, you guys are so pleasant to be around
thanks for being alive
i went to the grocery store today and one of the employees was watching me get in line. i switched lines and he moved to the same one. i switched again to be sure and he followed
and when he was bagging my groceries he would not stop talking about random shit.
i’ll be texting him soon
dont mix promethazine, xanax, vodka and a razor
i really tore myself up this time and it fucking hurts walk
i took my driving test
and got my license
idk how i did it
Then one night I got a text from Ben that just said, “Hey what do you think about being my wife again?” And I wrote him back and I said, “Nothing would make me happier than to call you my husband five days a week.”
i wish ben savage and danielle fishel were married in real life
idk if i put whipped cream or cream cheese on this bagel but its so yummy
i hate that im a really good cook only when im high
talk to me