Hi, I'm Jon. I'm 17 and I post what I find online.
You only talk to me when there’s something wrong in your life, but when I try to talk to you, you’re too busy. No, it’s not your fault you have a life and I’m here… waiting for you to talk to me… But at this point, I think I’m done waiting. I don’t know what you think of me, but I will always care for you. But I’m done waiting.
when you remember you have leftovers from a restaurant
I wish people would let do me what I want to do. I wish the choices I make that honestly don’t affect any of you would just be left up to me. I wish people who say they care could show it instead of leaving me to my own devices. I wish tumblr wasn’t my best friend.
“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”
not even risking that shit