I fall in love far too easily, and according to the latest girl, I have a lot of issues...and she doesn't even know about most of my problems. The problem is, she's right. I guess I can't be fixed...
Post reblogged from Dress like Barbie, Smoke like Marley. with 12 notes
I hate sleeping alone ):
Source: redempti0ns
Post reblogged from The Sadness Will Never End with 3 notes
Really, what’s the point of trying?
I’m tired.
Source: find-yourself-in-the-stars
Photo reblogged from Testing My Faith with 366 notes
TWLOHA collage of “to write love on her arms day” thank you everyone who participated
Thank you Charlie, Josie Justin, Nicole, Mom, Shundiin, Chandler, Anna, Hunter, Allison, and Caleb for sending my pictures of your arm. It means a lot <3
lovemyselfandgrowstronger.tumblr.com
I’m just waiting to see this on my dash again with like 40000 notes
I reblog every time I see this.
Photo reblogged from Testing My Faith with 366 notes
TWLOHA collage of “to write love on her arms day” thank you everyone who participated
Thank you Charlie, Josie Justin, Nicole, Mom, Shundiin, Chandler, Anna, Hunter, Allison, and Caleb for sending my pictures of your arm. It means a lot <3
lovemyselfandgrowstronger.tumblr.com
I’m just waiting to see this on my dash again with like 40000 notes
I reblog every time I see this.
Post reblogged from This is me with 53,464 notes
I’m not anyone’s first choice. I’m not anyone’s favorite. People may tell me I mean a lot to them and that I’m special to them but I know there’s someone they will always choose over me.
And I understand. I’ll always be second best…
Source: anntrannn
Photo reblogged from Your mind has gotten the best of you. with 1,264 notes
(via imgTumble)
Source: ineohi.devote.se
What’s wrong with me?
Today’s a perfectly normal day. Nothing happened. But there’s still this black cloud hanging over my head. All day, I’ve done nothing. I could have been hanging out with my friends, or looking for work. Hell, I could have read a book. Instead, I’ve just been listening to sad music all day, smoking, and thinking about suicide. I want to drink something that’ll make me blackout. I just want to sleep, and not dream about anything. Every dream I’ve had lately has been about people who left. My mom, Alina, my friends…everyone. Once they leave it becomes a nightmare. I can’t take it anymore. Not one person has asked me how I’m doing. I would’ve lied, but it would still be nice if someone tried to care. I guess I should know better. Nobody cares. To them, I’m just that guy that doesn’t have any problems…so why would they ask if I’m ok? They’re perfectly fine with asking me for help, but the second I bring up my own problems, they tell me that maybe I should talk to someone else. And I can’t talk to the ones who actually do want to help, because I feel bad for pushing my problems on them. So fuck it. I’m done looking for help. I’ll just have to accept it. I’m disposable. I’ll get used, and eventually just get thrown away. I’m fucking sick of this, and I’m sick of myself. I need to die.
Page 1 of 54
