People who want to live, die. And people who want to die, live. Wheres the logic in that.?

Every day seems the same to me. I sit around and think about how alone I feel, then I wind up rather enjoying loneliness because it’s the comfort of being sad. Sometimes it feels so right, and sometimes I’d like to be around no one for ten straight years. But I know this feeling can’t bring me places, and I know I’m losing lots of ground, but to keep up means to get up. And why does it have to be the world keeps on changing while I just stay the same? I feel like being down doesn’t mean enough to anyone anymore, and I guess the world has made emotion obsolete. And I don’t think I feel the same ’cause after all, who says what happy really means.?

I think suicidal people are just angels that want to go home.

And i want to go home..


i may not be that funny or athletic or good looking or smart or talented i forgot where i was going with this

(via heymayhimayhello)


but in teaching me to swim
you taught me how to drown

and every time you told me to be quiet
I had another reason for being loud

every time you tried to lift me up
I ended up falling down

now when people speak I cover my ears
because I don’t want to hear a sound


what you taught me | (r.e.s)

(via k-e-e-p--b-r-e-a-t-h-i-n-g)

Do you ever get in one of those moods where you like, feel okay, but you’re really sad at the same time and you just want to talk to someone and make them hug you but you feel annoying so you just sit there feeling sad.