Half assing this relationship isn’t going to work for me.
I keep feeling my boyfriend I’m suicidal and he keeps ignoring it. Maybe he will realize he could’ve helped when I’m not here anymore.
Just a thought.
No one understands this constant battle in my head. These thoughts consume me as I lay in bed. I never feel good enough, no matter how hard I try and it doesn’t help to contemplate or cry. I’m tired of my life. I feel so unsure. I don’t know if I should enjoy my youth or try to be mature. Hell is your teenage years, encompassed by these constant fears. If only I could comprehend the feeling of being a kid again.
(Source: thecrazyfilipino)
I’ve got literally no one that I can just sit down and fucking talk to and just lay my every emotion out without being judged.
I’m about to roll up a blunt with my list of regrets.
(Source: trillsolo)
