So apparently I have to go grocery shopping and I really don’t want to right now. To me it’s to fucking late and to hot. I have to do other things and I told my dad I would tomorrow morning.
He’s getting pissed off as always and telling me he does so much
And I’m here like
What the fuck do you do other then drugs? Other then sitting in your room all day and staying in the bathroom 24/7. What do you do? I don’t see you cleaning the house. I don’t see you working. I don’t see you making sure anything is done anything it’s being kept up.
So if I have to go do errands I don’t need you getting on my ass saying you’re going to go grocery shopping since I won’t and whining like the fucking child you are.

Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody is fucking happy. Nobody has skin made from oil paint and sunlight. Nobody fucking understands this world. Fuck, nobody probably understands math as much as they claim. You’re here one day and the next you’re not. God? Religion? I’ve learned a lot more about the world by eating acid and swallowing pills. Tell me what your church has done for you? Tell me if you have holes in your mouth from speaking lies? Wanna know the fucking truth? Pity is just another word for pathetic. Drink beer and watch the sunrise from every rooftop. Take photographs naked. Take photographs kissing. Take photographs having sex. Stop making everything about sexuality. Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody really gives a damn if you lost your virginity at fourteen or if you were the president in high school. Wanna know the fucking truth? There is no such thing as the right person. People leave. They change like ocean currents, they leave you with bruises in your calves. And you wanna know the fucking truth? You get better. You learn to love. You find God in between the cracks of a wall when you’re puking your limbs out. You wanna know the fucking truth? Go find it.
something someone should have told me when i was eighteen  (via irynka)