Finding My Breath.
I'm Connor.
I'm a weird kid who doesn't know what to expect. Eighteen. Ginger. Gay. Twin. My birthday is on Christmas. I have problems that I prefer to share, rather than bottling up so follow me if you'd like, but I ultimately don't have anything incredibly unique to offer you. Feel free to message me and I'll reply with one of my typical awkward responses.
I guess all I can say right now about it is
Really? That’s your excuse?
ps: My parents are also being shitheads and making my shit mood even worse. I thought I was going to be happy during these last few days before graduation. What the fuck ever.
There’s nothing on my dash.
I’m probably not going to post anything for a while because there’s nothing good to reblog.
Also, I may end up making my other blog that’s just pictures of me my personal blog because I’m getting tired of not being able to post shit because I know certain people will see it. I know nobody really looks at my other blog, so that seems fine with me.
