Sometimes I just want to yell how much I fucking hate this place. This town. This world. Society. How I hate that people judge you for every single little thing you do. And talk shit about everyone to bring themselves up. How no matter what you do, you’ll never be good enough for people. How you have to try so hard to be something you’re not, just so society can accept you and you can take a break from building yourself up every time they cut you down. And then I realize that this can all go away, if I stop caring. Stop living up to my parents, standards. Stop trying to impress people, and stop being nice to everyone. Just stop everything. Maybe it’s easier that way.



Music dulls the pain

Washing it away with

Simple melodies.



She’s kept me from falling over the edge more times than she’ll ever know. Life is a long road, with a lot of fucking hills, it’s nice to have someone to walk it with.



“There’s hope for the hopeless.”

“There’s hope for the hopeless.”


“I wait for something under a streetlight. It won’t be long because it’s dark, it’s cold.  It’s one of those nights where something out there keeps me alive.” - Joshua Radin

“I wait for something under a streetlight. It won’t be long because it’s dark, it’s cold. It’s one of those nights where something out there keeps me alive.” - Joshua Radin


Why

My thoughts. Out where people can see them. But no one knows whose thinking them. Life through my eyes.