September 2010
And when
I feel like slipping, you always pull me back to reality. You don’t even know that you do. You have such a hold on me.
17821.) I used to find beauty in everything, and...
I am never fucking happy. I always think too much and re-open wounds and I don’t know why.
Why can’t I be satisfied with my life? I just expect too much and I let it all get to me.
I hate this.
“You’re going to leave me, aren’t you? …you’ve had enough of me, haven’t you?...”
– Prozac Nation by Elizabeth Wurtzel (via thechocolatebrigade)
It's
a cold and lonely morning.
I’ll go back to bed if you’ll meet me there.
You
have made my weekend worth while. You have made my life all worth while, actually. I am so happy I got to see you, I’ve missed you more than you could even begin to fathom. Just being in your company is all I really need. Being able to kiss and hug you is just an added perk I am so grateful to have.
Sleep well.
Well,
Here goes nothin’.
I hate how indecisive I am. With every little thing I do, I feel this unnecessary need to over-analyze everything and because of it, life is passing me by.
