Death
I really just want to kill myself. I honestly hate life. Everyday is a constant battle between finding happiness and staying happy. I think I’ll just do drugs till i die.
Beaucoup
My head is fucked. Im happy for periods and during periods I’m miserable. I get told all these sweet things about me but in the end i feel so shitty. I say shitty things and make the ones i love the most feel terrible. I can’t stop myself from doing the things that i know will blow my life out of the water for the moment. I’m just a stupid fuck with huge tits.
I Cant Breathe.
I really just want to kill myself.
Change doesn’t have to be hard, and healing doesn’t have to hurt. Surely by now you know that every thing happens for a reason! There is something better awaiting you on the other side of this.
When you have a broken heart, the first thing a stranger will ask is ‘how long were you two together?’ As if your pain can be determined by how long you were with someone. Or if you were with them at all. I don’t think that’s how it works. I think unrequited love is just as valid as any other kind. It’s just as crushing and just as thrilling.