i'm not gonna end up a nervous wreck like the people i know who are nervous wrecks though i'm not gonna name names (yours was an exception) did the sound just stop?
Do you have any idea how fucking sick I am of myself? I am completely worn out with my own identity. It's like I'm drowning in my own dismal persona. I feel totally surrounded by it, inside and out. I can't escape from myself.
you have no right to be depressed, you haven’t tried hard enough to like it. haven’t seen enough of this world yet, but it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts
and you realize the one person in the world who loves you isn't the one you thought it would be, and you don't trust him to love you in a way you would enjoy. and the boy who loves you the wrong way is filthy. and the boy who loves you the wrong way keeps weakening.
"i think you understand it perfectly. nothing makes sense to him either. his whole world is falling apart, and once he realizes he can't stop it or fix it or change it, there's only one thing left to do."