don’t take my defeatism too seriously I will always begin again and again no matter what

god forbid a woman is boring and a low achiever and likes to drink

i plan on smiling sometime soon

maybe this time picking at Textures on my skin will lead to being silky smooth

bleeding

what do you mean I can't control everything, why not

every time something slips out of my control an angel dies

this life is mine it did not come to me I chose it I fought for it even the mistakes and the bad days and the regrets they’re all mine

what are you waiting for? someone to grant you permission? the perfect and permanent emotion? a shooting star to magic away every problem you have or ever have had? alright, wait away then. but no one is going to live your life for you while you wait to become someone else

they should invent a sunday that doesn’t have this sinking feeling

you don't have to throw it all away to become new again

keeping some things to myself will save me