My inner thoughts have come out to play...

I miss my long hair

I fucking love you

I wanna dye my hair again Pink Blue Purple Brown Allllllll of them Green Orange All

I wish I could live 100 different lives at once Have 100 different hair colours Love 100 different people Be in 100 different places

You got used to the pain It comforts you now With its familiarity

You let me down

I feel sick at the thought of how much I miss you. I stuff it all down and pretend everything's okay because life seems to be easier that way. I just hope it doesn't mean I'm missing out...

Or should I just get along with myself? I never did get along with everybody else

I don't want to go to bed. If I go to bed it just means I have to wake up and deal with it all over again. 8 hours of sleep that I won't remember and then I'll wake up and have to go through it all over again. Once more, no change from that last day. My body is tired and my brain is tired, physically and emotionally drained. My eyes are stinging and I'm craving sleep but what I really want to do is savour this moment of peace, this moment of silence, this moment of carefree life. I don't want to waste that on subconsciousness.

You're just as bad as the next bitch. And that's not meant to be a compliment

Fuck fuckity fuck fuck fuck

Everyone's telling me to be something I don't want to be

I want to change the world I want to make people see themselves as beautiful, without anyone else having to tell them so I want people to know that not being stick thin is normal But I also want them to know that if they can't fill that gap between their thighs, that's normal I want to change the world, right now, I don't want to wait How can I change the world?

I think I'm the mom friend 8|

"Sometimes you say goodbye and then you realise that you'll likely never see them again." -#expatproblems This makes me want to cry.