4am knows all my secrets

I'm not really an alcoholic. I just like to have 1 or 2 or so bottles of wine, you know, when I remember I don't really have any friends and am destined to be alone forever.

All I want is my happily ever after, why is that so fucking much to ask for?

There is not much more lonely of a feeling than realising you don't have an emotional support system.

You and the universe have made it clear now is not the time. Maybe our paths will cross somewhere in the future and things can be different. I'll just have to leave it in the hands of fate.

I don't want to be anywhere i’m not wanted. But that doesn't make it hurt any damn less.

It's exhausting to always feel like a guest appearance in people's lives.

I still love you, and I hate myself for it.

The walls are closing in. My head is spinning and my vision is starting to get blurry. The voices are creeping in. They are getting closer, louder, screaming almost. They are getting closer, I can almost see them, the demons. I can feel them. This might be it. This might be the time they finally get me.

We are playing with fire.  Falling for you is a bad idea, because falling for me is dangerous.  I am toxic.  I will destroy you.  I don’t want to, but it is inevitable.  I don’t think I can stop it, and I know I don’t want to.  Holding you in my arms, not wanting to let go.  Tasting your lips hours later.  Caressing your skin.  It all just feels so right, but so wrong.  I’m staying up well after I should have gone to bed, just to talk to you.  I'm thinking about you as I fall asleep, and I wake up wanting to text you.  God, this is such a bad idea.  But I love it.