I want someone who will spend the summer with me. Ride around listening to music and finding cute places to spend our time. I’d even be content with just staying in bed and cuddling. Someone who understand I am fucked up, but will still want to be with me. Someone who finds my quirkiness endearing. Someone with the same taste in music. Someone I can just be myself around. Someone that I can treat really well, but someone that doesn’t want to get too serious. Because I can’t take anything serious right now. That someone most likely doesn’t exist, though.
(Source: emile-e)
I’m sad and I’ve been sad. I know no one wants to see that, I know people want me to get better, whatever that means, and to be happy. But, ugh, right now I’m not happy, okay? And I’m okay with that because I know this won’t last, I know my feelings will change, along with my thinking. So just, I don’t know, be here, and ride it out with me. Please don’t try to force me into feeling something I cannot at the moment. It will only make me push you away.
This is the first time in months and months and months that ice felt butterflies. Kinda makes me want to stab myself in the stomach. Wow I sound obsessed. I’m really not. You’re just cute. Meh.
I can’t like you and I’d be wrong to like you and I can’t fucking tell if I like you because I’m lonely as fuck or maybe because you’re extremely handsome and funny and adorable and asdfghjkl but you would never feel the same way ever about me so yeah.
I want plans today but at the same time I want to lay in bed, cry, eat Chinese food and read Sylvia Plath but I know that’ll make me feel worse so I guess I’ll go out.
/stupid thoughts
if my parents or any of my close friends say something like “we had no idea!” after i kill myself and act all shocked and blahblahblah i’m coming back and haunting the fuck out of you motherfuckers
GET OUT OF MY BRAIN
YES
