And we sang through smoke and rum and coke and promised with our pity, man, one day, I swear we’ll be okay.
I always let you into my head.
People who think I’m a nice person are always confused when they find out I hate children. Why do I have to like children to be a nice person? It’s not like I want to hurt them, I’m just insanely annoyed and grossed out by them.
I have this overwhelming anxiety in the back of my mind that I’m going to wake up one day and realize that I wasted all of my time on bullshit and never lived my life.
I don’t want my life to revolve around seeing another person.
Counting the hours, minutes, seconds until we meet again.
Is it possible to be happy without a significant other?
I don’t want to be with someone, but society has it so engrained in my mind that the only way to be happy is to get married and have a family.
What if that’s not what I want?
Maybe I don’t want to fall in love.
Thank god for smartphones, now I never need to make the decision to get up and pee or just try to hold if while I’m on tumblr.
When I was young I wanted to believe in God. I tried to once, I prayed, when I was at my worst. When I was suicidal and depressed. I wanted to be saved from the darkness I felt I was surrounded by, it was inside me. I was drowning. I thought believing was supposed to make me feel loved, I thought he was supposed to fix me. It just never happened, I never felt it.
I wish I never even met you.
You never loved me, you loved that I would do anything you asked of me.
I’m still letting you.
My self esteem is gone.
I let you ruin me as a person, I still do. I’m not sure how to stop.
Whenever I think of you I feel indescribable sadness.
I am damaged, irreparable.