I hate it when I go out of my way to help people and all I get in return is shat on. I do anything and everything that I can to help those that I think I can trust, those that I think will help me in return when I need it. Instead all I get is treated like shit, have my stuff stolen, lost or broken, and lied to. What’s the fucking point if all I get is shit. Why should I help anyone if no one gives a shit enough to help me? Or at least pay me back when they know that I need it?

sup3rnatural

Let’s make Dean in gym shorts the most reblogged picture on Tumblr.

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joanne-the-fallen-angel-of-pizza:

idgit-pies-and-puppydogeyes:

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“Challenge accepted!” —SPN fandom.

omg this is still going

IT’S A RULE TO REBLOG EVERY TIME IT SHOWS UP ON YOUR DASH.

i’m not even in the supernatural fandom and i’m still going to reblog

lost count of the times i’ve reblogged this

I swear like half of those reblogs is me

…………………..it’s still not fucking broken 

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Less than….

Less than an hour and I’ll be 20,
Less than a week ago I was happy and excited
Less than eight months ago I thought that nothing could stand in my way
Less than a year ago I thought I’d never get over him
Less than two years ago I was breaking off an engagement
Less than three years ago I was excited to be a mother
Less than four years ago I wanted to die
Less than five years ago I was trying to run away
Less than a decade ago I was doing hardcore drugs and a full time alcoholic

My life has been hard, I don’t want sympathy and I never have. I just wish that one day in a year the people in my life could just turn around and say “hey, you’re awesome. You’ve been through a lot an you’re still here. You’re an amazing person, and yeah sometimes you give too much but we all love you for it” I wish people would give me back just as much as I give them, everyone always says that they are different that they’ll be there for me. But more and more all I see and all I realise is that people only want me around for as long as I give them money, places to stay, food, smokes, booze, myself etc. I just wish that someone would come into my life and stay, and be there for me just as much as I am there for them.
If anything I just wish that there was someone who didn’t want anything from me, someone who just wanted to be there for me, someone that I could always talk to without there being anything that I owed because all they wanted was to hang out with me and talk to me.
But I know that that will never happen, after a while everyone wants something, after a while everyone starts to fade away, after a while everyone leaves.

Annoying things

I hate it when I get home from celebrating my birthday which btw is tomorrow and come home to a trashed house, that I clean up and don’t get pissed off about it, then go to sit on my modular lounge and find that the modules are separating and then later on go to sit down and nearly bust my knee as it hit the base as the lounge separates and find out that a screw had snapped and that the only way it would of snapped is by someone jumping heavily on that specific point and having to fix it but having to use a metal ruler to put in the new screw because the fucking screw driver was fucked. You’d think that after everything you have done for someone that they would at least let you know that the lounge was broken whilst knowing full well that they haven’t even finished paying of an eighth of their couch yet. I thought that if anything I at least deserved to know that it needed fixing before I got home, for example when they knew they should have picked up the phone and called.