its been 3 hours and i still feel so fucking lmnk;bjguoytcr68cyfbk jlkn;k kb,kgvutifugv n dbgfxyocf tckml;,mn kvudrxeztcyvhjk ;l khgfitdx8cryvbhuijnkl; im gonna go kill myself. dont miss me.
There comes a time where you fade to the blackness
And when you starin’ at that phone in your lap
And you hopin’ but them people never call you back
But that’s just how the story unfolds
You get another hand soon after you fold
And when your plans unravel in the sand
What would you wish for if you had one chance?” —Airplanes
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You know that feeling. The feeling of being unable to vent the way you used to. Because you don’t wanna hurt the person you love. There’s so many things bugging you, things that are eating you from inside out, but you just can’t release it. It’s hard for me cos i get angry and vent all the time. And i try to walk away whenever i feel angry or upset. But walking away doesn’t really work. It makes me feel like shit. I still do it anyway. I don’t know the point of writing this post. Pretending is so easy. I just haven’t been okay, that’s all.