It breaks my heart knowing there are so many beautiful souls out there questioning their worth because someone they loved made them feel unloveable.

Interesting how people think your life is easy just because you don’t talk about the things you go through

Don't ask me "wyd" i really just be in my room going insane and being a danger to myself

being popular on tumblr is like sitting at the cool table in the cafeteria of a mental hospital

for halloween i’m gonna dress up as someone’s first choice. just to get a little sneak peak of what that’s like.

I wasnt loved as a child so now I'm evil and dont go to bed on time

I guess I’m always going to be the second choice. Or only good enough for sex. I’ll never be more than this.