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“that would be unethical”
i thought to myself how can i make myself the most sad so. winter dad and ice marcy
EDIT: JESUS YOU SAD SAD HOOLIGANS BLEW THIS MF UP
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It’s not the fact that for a moment I was a normal person, looking through the visage of my life as it should really be—a story rather than reality—that I miss most, nor the contentment of knowing my life wasn’t alone. It was more the sensation of simply being held, being cherished by someone unconditionally, because out of all this that’s one thing I know I’ve lost forever.
The Lost Diaries of Vincent Keller
December 2009
I would lend everyone one of my friends a shoulder to cry on. And I would give them advice and listen to them as they cried and yelled about how sad or angry or upset they are. I would drop everything to make someone I cared for and loved smile. But when I need a shoulder to cry on. Or advice. Or just need someone to fucking listen, I have no one. I cry and yell to myself, about how sad or angry or upset I am. I force myself to smile. It's ironic though; how I still take care of those who don't take care of me.
