July 2012
Rant.
I keep collapsing into the same fucking habits. Same shit, different day. I finally move on, just to fall further back. I just can’t seem to accept the truth. I constantly dwell, analyze, consuming my life into the worthless fiction obsessions of my pathetic life. And once I’m able to suppress and move forward, I find something else to depress my mind. I can’t seem to grasp the...
I constantly sabotage myself, falling into the addicting comforts that devour me internally. The worst part is that I can’t stop, because I’m that fucking weak.
coffeeislovely:
there is no word for this emotion. this disgusted, self loathing feeling that you’re feeling because people don’t care enough or show you enough. what’s the word for feeling angry and desperate and lonely all at once? I fucking hate this.
Dear life,
Fuck you, especially you, Japanese writers.
Drinking Coffee or Tea. Pouring Rain. Beautiful...
It doesn’t get better than that.
Getting drunk by myself on a Saturday night, and that pretty much sums up my life.
rosebuds:
well i deserve nothing more than i get cause nothing i have is truly mine.
brittanymystery:
sometimes we underestimate a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment or even the smallest act of caring. All of which have the potential to turn a life around.
brittanymystery:
When things are bad, we take comfort in the thought that they could always be worse. And when they are, we find hope in the thought that things are so bad they have to get better.
brittanymystery:
You try to see the best in everyone. But unhappy people are some of the hardest people to like. And that’s because they don’t like themselves much.
Turn and face the strange
Ch-ch-changesss.
Listen
“In the sky, there is no distinction of east and west; people create distinctions...”
– Buddha
