(Source: mystandards, via learn-to-put-the-past-behind-you)
(Source: g-lauben, via deadlyperfection)
(Source: mygame-mylife, via itslikekryptonite)
(via desolate-destruction)
I feel like shit. Again. And again. I would like to cry so much but I have no reason and no more tears. In fact, I don’t feel like shit. I am a shit.
[And I think I’m being addicted to codeine.]
Do you feel like…
you don’t deserve to be happy ?
you’re sorry for what and who you are ?
you’re deceiving everyone ?
you’ll fail at everything ?
no one can really love you for what you are ?
no one can undestand ?
no one really knows you ?
you’re alone despite your family and your friends ?
you were a pretender ?
you were the ugliest, the pettiest and the most selfish person on the earth ?
you shouldn’t be alive ?
I do.
Everyday.
I would like to give my life to someone who really deserve and want to live.
This is not my case.
