“love” is a freaking joke.
I’ll never understand how a man can look at a woman cry and continue to abuse her.
I’ll never understand why movies have perfect endings when in real life no one ever lives a happy life.
It’s not called cheating its called I need to pass this fuckin class
I don’t have a relationship with anyone from my school, I don’t have a relationship with my parents, I don’t have a relationship with my siblings, I don’t have a relationship with God, I don’t even have a secure relationship with myself.
at this point ‘tired’ has just become a part of my personality
I am that type of douchebag friend who doesn’t talk with you for weeks but still cares about you and hopes you still care too.
whenever i wanna cry i think about Van Gogh he was such a nice and lonely dude all he wanted was for people to love him he ate yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him oh god oh god that’s so sad i can’t breathe