I hate you.
I hate what you did to me.
I hate these feelings you left me with.
This feeling of being used.
This feeling that it’s all my fault, that I will never be good enough.
This feeling that I meant nothing to you.
I shouldn’t even feel this way.
We weren’t even together for very long.
It’s just…..ugh.
I think I know why I’m so bugged.
You lied to me. Like multiple times. Over and over and over and fucking over.
So screw you, you ignorant lying bastard.
I want pudding.
I like you.
But I don’t.
I don’t know what I want…/like.
Ugh.
Peace niqquhs.
Immortals. Oh it’s gonna be bloody.…
moulin rouge.
Same here… well shit.
Tangled. Considering my husband already looks like Flynn…
To the end? Kindergarten Cop… well… shit.
Girl, Interrupted… Well, that’s not gonna be kittens and cotton candy…
He’s Just Not That Into You… Well. I don’t know if that’s good or bad.
Precious. Hot damn!
Too Wong Foo, I’m perfectly fine with that
Titanic…. i am fucked
Factory Girl LMAO!!!
Titanic… Geez, I’m really fucked!
Oh God.. Scream 4.. So does that mean I even lived through all the others??
Pineapple Express FUCK YES
oh fuck!! Wrath of the Titans
ohh shnnaaapp, Harry Pottaahh <3
The Vow….. -.-
Can I be Channing Tatum or do I have to be Jonah Hill? Cuz I wouldn’t mind being shot if it meant being that damn good looking.