I don’t like telling people my problems because so many are too quick to judge.
My own thoughts are going to fucking destroy me I swear to god.
(Source: randunnhero, via torikins)
If you’ve ever had a crush on me god bless your poor misguided heart.
(Source: biznasties, via hardcore)
I tell myself that love sucks so I can try and ignore the fact that I’m ridiculously lonely.
Everything just fucking sucks and I really don’t want to even bother with doing anything, I just want to lay in bed all day reading and drinking tea or sleeping. I have no energy for anything else.
(Source: eat-sleep-run-yoga, via fleurdecouture)
I keep on telling people, “hey, if you like someone, go tell them. Don’t be afraid to take risks.” But look at me, I don’t have the guts to tell the guy that I like him. It’s crazy how I give pieces of advice that I cannot even apply to myself. Don’t be like me, you guys. I’m afraid, of rejection, perhaps. This sucks. But I’m working on it. I’m just trying to find the right time, I guess.
(Source: psycholust, via torikins)
Most people are assholes and I swear whenever I have feelings for anyone they wish I lived 89637463846389493 kilometres away from them with no way to contact them, ever.
I’m not cut out for this. I’m not cut out for being on my own. I’ve tried so hard to be strong for so long, and I’ve reached that point where I really don’t want loneliness anymore. I want happiness, but I know that’s not going to come and get rid of my current problem unless for once, someone I have feelings for, feels the same way. And that just doesn’t happen, it hasn’t for a decent amount of time now. I want someone to worry about losing me before they already have, before it’s too late. I want someone to care before I’m too scared to get hurt again. I know I’m asking for a lot, and I know I’m young and somewhat stupid still, but I’m never good enough when I genuinely try to be, I’m never good enough when I give my all, it’s not enough and it never has been. I don’t know what to do anymore.
I don’t want to fall asleep alone.
I have a habit of missing people who don’t give a fuck about me
I think we all do
For sure
(Source: compleo, via royden-matthew)
