June 2011
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I just want to hide under my covers like a little girl. I want to hide and pretend that no one could find me. I want no one to bother me. No one cares or understands but it’s ok. I’m fine I swear. I’m just tired. Physically and mentally. So that’s what i’ll do. Hide under my covers like a little girl, and cry.
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You’re such a jackass.
Why do you act one way with your friends, and then talk to me and my friends completely differently? Why do you do all that work? Why can’t you just be one person? Why can’t you be that one person that I like? Why do you make me cry? Why do I want you to like me? Why do I feel this way with you? Why are you making me crazy? Why do I like,...
May 2011
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“I felt like crying but nothing came out. It was just a sort of sad sickness,...”
– Charles Bukowski (via claudere)
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“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and...”
– Sylvia Plath (via kara-mae)
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