sad, stressed and really depressed.

Note to self: stop romanticizing suicide, and get fucking help.

Did you look at the moon and stars too tonight?

Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes you’ll put up a good fight and lose. Sometimes you’ll hold on really hard and realize there is no choice but to let go. Acceptance is a small, quiet room.

It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.

I, too, remember that feeling. You are caught between all that was and all that must be. You feel lost.

One of the best feelings in the world is when you hug the person you love, and they hug you tighter.

my brain is never at peace i never seem to find quietness i’m always wondering will i ever be good enough i’m waiting waiting for silence to come

It’s hard when you constantly feel so fucking unwanted.