You revert back to those old habits. The ones you thought were gone, but with every bad day it creeps back into your life. It’s the only thing that ever made me happy, and it still is.
Sometimes I honestly do wish that I had been successful in taking my own life because things would be so much easier on the people around me. But it didn’t work that way. Sorry to disappoint…again…
Today it all hit me. If you don’t appreciate what you have, you lose it. That person isn’t going to wait forever for you to tell them everything that they deserve to hear. They’ll just leave.
My dad is sleeping on the couch. It’s gotten that bad. I don’t know what will happen to my family. I can’t control the things going on between my parents, but after lying awake listening to the fighting and the mud slinging I realized that I could be in a similar situation if I’m not careful. So, I couldn’t go another moment without saying this.
You put up with so much shit from me it isn’t even funny. I hide everything from you, but you never give up hoping that I’ll finally tell you what’s really going on. No matter what I’m feeling, saying, thinking, or doing, it doesn’t matter to you. All you want is for me to be happy in whatever I decide. You taught me how to laugh again and how to face life with my head held high. But most of all, you taught me how to love and be loved in return.I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for your constant care and support.
Thank you for being my counselor, my leader, my sass master, my role model, and my friend.
(via never-fall-inlove)
Maybe if I wasn’t working 3 jobs just to try to pay for college, I’d be more organized.
Maybe if I wasn’t doing chores all weekend to pay off my debt to you, I wouldn’t be so stressed out
Maybe if I wasn’t fighting my depression, you’d actually care about me.
But I’m not organized, I am stressed out, and you don’t care. You couldn’t care less how I feel, and I couldn’t care less either. You’ve made me that way. You’ve made me believe I’m a worthless piece of shit. I’ll never think differently of myself. I’ll never be better. And you’ll never ever give a rat’s ass about it.
She doesn’t look, she doesn’t see. Opens up for nobody. Figures out, she figures out. Narrow line, she can’t decide. Everything short of suicide never hurts, nearly works.
(via brokenbutstilldreaming)
(via never-fall-inlove)
(via never-fall-inlove)
(via never-fall-inlove)
c0en:
love dis movie
best movie
Sobbing at this part
^^ Buckets
People say they hate me and jokingly I say back “it’s fine because I hate me too,” they don’t know that I’m serious about that
