Beeing Okay With Existing Until You Enter Your Own House Is So Fucking Painful.

anyone else being consumed by the darkness or is it just me?

in another universe, i'm pretty and easy enough to be loved by those i love

so scared of losing myself again.

The sexual tension between me and destroying everything in anger....

I'm sorry you had to meet this broken version of me. I'm sorry for being a mess.

I can't stand my own thoughts

as long as i can handle my pain, i will keep on saying i’m okay.

She's the flowers, But she's also the rain.

She's the beauty of day, But also the nights full of pain.