“Some Things Are Hard To Write About. After Something Happens To You, You Go To Write It Down, And

if i was a man, I'd be the man.

tired of this shit, let me have my driver's license already

sometimes i wonder what it would be like to live without sorrow and those feelings that you,s somehow, feel a thousand times more. But at the same time im wondering, who would i be without it ? who am i without my sadness.

"how can ask anyone to love me when all i do is beg to be left alone"

- fiona apple

i don't know how to fill that hole inside of my chest.

did you ever sat and wonder : what if i never did that, would everything be different today ?

I just finished reading -again- the perks of being a wallflower and the last pages really made me want to hear the stories of the people who made it. Just like Charlie

I hate maths.