I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.
the hardest part is realizing that until you are truly a part of someone else’s world you have to deal with the pictures and stories and jokes that they already have with people that aren’t you and it kills me to be living this way.
Nothing is sexier than someone who wants you as much as you want them.
I think about dying but I dont want to die. Not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. There’s so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell I’m doing or how to get out of it.