Do you ever lay in bed and think about what it would be like to lose one of the most important things in your life? The thought is so unbearable it brings tears to your eyes? The worst part is that it’ll happen one day, because what lives, also dies.
anxiety kind of night ._.
i think that everyone has scars
maybe not on their wrists or their inner thighs or on their knees
on their hearts, souls, and between the cracks and crevices of the little universes they’ve created inside of themselves
- In class: I actually get this
- Homework: What the fuck
- Quiz: What the fuck
- Test: What the fuck
People think I’m kidding when I say I scare guys away just because of my looks. Just because I may be easy to the eyes doesn’t mean I’m not a crazy, fucked up person.