A-Mind-Without-Thoughts

stop making excuses for people who treat you like shit 

The scariest part of growing up is realizing you possess some of the same flaws that your parents have.

Why doesn’t this have more notes?

the lie is nowhere to be found

I have to explain this to ppl at least once a week

Basics.

On Tumblr it seems like we all need friends yet we don’t talk to each other

*eats your pussy because I’m proud of you*

My loneliness breeds sadness, and my sadness breeds depression. I mask depression with anger. And I mask anger with fake smiles. I am a facade with myself. Constantly trying to find me. But where does me exist? Where does me become me? My facade has become so strong that I don’t even know me. How can someone say they know me… when I only know of me.