- Take me away from this.

It’s a tarp, trap.
Wearing your heart on your sleeve is a trap.
I hate being lied too..


Is what keeps me awake with such thoughts.
I’m constantly analyzing everything.
I don’t sleep anymore. I dream of sleep. It’s the closest to death without dying, I would assume.
No pain.
My thoughts baffle me.
I sometimes wish people saw the world the way I do, just for a day.

Give me your hand

And give me something to hold onto.

Why don’t you get lost with me until the mornings dawn. Skip sleep to be happy the next  day because of the magnificent night we spent together.
I think affection is more addicting than any drug, I guess it depends on the person.

It is definitely craved.
I know it isn’t wrong of me to have lust for things I can’t have or have yet to experience, but damn its getting uncomfortable.

I have ‘dreams’ or ‘visions’ of me making someone rediculously happy.
I’m pretty aware of the capabilities that I poses, maybe someday it’ll be worth it.

Good guys finish last.


I’m considering writing a book.

It may consist of  a girl and her dog, in a post apocalyptic world.

I wouldn’t say zombies.

Nights are never ending.

Please just save me from this darkness.

Our time is running out

Oh muse.
I’ve finally decided to stop.
But, I cannot help to remember the best times I thought I had forgotten.
I can forget again.

I’m the silly one. I should of been used to it by now. I’ll do what I’ve learned the best and just keep going.
Could I say it’s difficult to not look back?


Why would I even wake up?
It’s not like I get to jump out of bed and open presents or spend time with biological family, or anyone for that matter.
Holidays suck.
I’m not even happy.
I get to go through my whole day seeing everyone so happy and great, it makes me sad.
Even you’ll have someone to be with..
I don’t loath anything anymore.
I’m so blind and stupid. I really wish I was, so I wouldn’t have to understand

Sigh, I’m not certain how much longer I can do this anymore.
Why can’t it all just end?

Everyone says its okay.

Good one.
I am so beyond the limit of over thinking.
I cannot even begin to decribe the feels.

It’s another cold lonely night on Christmas eve and I’m stuck in insanity. I keep thinking and thinking and never do anything about anything.  Its fucking driving me insane.

I don’t even know why I open my mouth..
I’ve been over convinced that my feelings do not matter to anything or pertain to anyone. So lost, so confused. Speechless more than ever.

I’m starting to hate holidays and being older, i wish it wasn’t like that.
I don’t know how things got so bad.

I just wanted you.
I’m never going to be worth it to anyone or good enough, at least in my head.

I think it’s intoxicating when somebody is so unapologetically who they are.
Don Cheadle (via felicefawn)

(Source: psych-facts)

“…I chose the impossible. I chose… Rapture. ”

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