Yayayay

It used to kill me knowing that i knew you were a piece of shit. Now, i could care less. I'm not a freshman in high school anymore, and i'm not doing this same pointless bullshit for another five years. Nothing is your fault, you're flawless, you're this you're that. No no. You're not any of those things, and i wish you would stop walking around with your head up your ass, unfortunately, i don't mind that you make yourself look like a stubborn asshole, it's quite funny.

Love you, xoxo

me.

Nobody's Crying.

I have failed at being myself. I am wrapped up in dark rotten layers that will not shed any time soon.

My mother is overbearing, the feelings that i feel are too big, the person i used to love is too miserable, the scars on my wrist are too real, my depression is a monster eating me alive.

Lying in your bed holding you so fucking tight while you cried into me made me realize that i, we, need to get better, and get through this nightmare that feels like a hell on earth.

Riding in cars with boys

"Sometimes we love people so much that we have to be numb to it, because if we actually felt how much we loved them.. It would kill us."

Hot hot sex.