people:you just want everything to be gay
me:yes
I don’t know how to explain this in a way that you would understand, some days I just get unexplainable sad and I hate myself for it because I know I should be so appreciative of my life and how different things are now, I know I should. I try. I really do, I try to suppress everything, pretend I’m ok, I’m getting better.
I’m not.
I’ve just gotten used to the fact that this is how I am.
All this time has passed yet I’m still getting flashbacks, I still see every fucking memory play over and over and over again, they don’t stop. I just want them to stop. The sound of fists hitting flesh and the cry before the silence will always haunt me at 3am when no one is around.
Why am I so stuck on this.
I just want to be as happy as everyone believes I am.
I miss the times were death terrified me; now it’s just a comforting thought, to know I could stop it all.
Why am I back here again. I never wanted to be back here again.
Fuck.
Why can’t I get myself unstuck.
- Midnight ramblings (via imshannonadams)

astound:

I just want to lie in bed and not participate in life

umplify:

Stressed, depressed and too poor to be well dressed

crocobaby:

Do you think every president goes through a awkward first few weeks in office when they’re not sure when’s the right time to ask if aliens are real or not?

(Source: star-loser)

queefyburger:

in need of hickeys and chinese food