when i was younger, i wish that i would’ve known better.

I won’t get obsessed again. I promise.

Tomorrow is the first holiday I’ve had to face since my parents split up,

and I think I would telling a lie if I said I wasn’t completely nervous; I don’t like new things, this is too new.

You’ve got your mouth. It’s a weapon. It’s a bombshell. It’s a cannon. You’ve got my words.

I really wish people would start being a little nicer, I think it would solve a lot of problems <3

I just want you to look my way sometimes.

My mind is straying once again,
hearing voices whisper in my head,
in the dark this is all thats left.

There’s a hole ripping through my chest.

My day sucked.

I hope yours was wonderful.