You do be the pittest girl, you do be that.
Come on. Stop using the same damn line, feeling the same fucking feeling, sticking to that horrible routine called a life. You all make it so hard to just feel alive.
I’m afraid that if I leave I’ll never have this again.
There once was this princess who lived in the...
I can’t even think straight. Everything just seems to be crumbling and out of my grasp lately. My birthdays in 2 days, and a year has gone by so quickly. I have not changed or progressed, I still repeat the same motions. You would think that that after being fucked over so many times, I should be a little colder, a little stronger. But unfortunately, I’m not. I’m still so weak,...
You poor, restless soul.
My mood has been killing everything I have going for me. It’s terrible, but at the same time, it’s great. For some reason, I love the feeling of all abandonment; losing everything. To feel everything you built up slipping slowly from your fingers. For some people this may be horrifying, but to me, utter relief. I feel so unhappy with everything lately. I mean when I dropped out of...
A dark spot.
I think that you need to try harder. Because I’m losing it. Not going insane, I mean, I’m losing my sense of feeling. And when I’m by myself, I don’t think of you at all. Well, I do, but not safe thoughts. Not thoughts I’d rather be thinking. They’re scared insecure thoughts. And it burns me out.
Possibly for the first time, I’m not in infatuated with the thought of being in love. Because, who wants that shit anyways.