I already said too much. I already shared too much, and I want all my secrets back. I hate getting close to people these days, I always regret sharing too much, caring too much, doing too much, feeling too much.
Do not tell everyone your story. You will only end up feeling more rejected. People cannot give you what you long for in your heart.
The butterflies you get in your stomach when you see someone you like is actually a stress response caused by adrenaline.
You realize you are not alone, right? No one in their twenties has life figured out. It’s okay to be a mess. You’re living.
sick of fake people. wtf. i was watching this movie the other day and this guy died in it, then i googled the actor and guess what? hes still alive. he didnt really die in the movie. disgusting
I am an invisible girl who falls for boys that shine like stars
When I was in the hospital
I was roomed with a schizophrenic
And she was the most gentle person I have ever met
There was a boy with a long deep slit across his neck
Who told very funny jokes
A girl who never spoke a word
Would draw the most beautiful pictures
The boy who shook with anxiety
Could hold the most intelligent conversations
Even the girl who screamed in her sleep and picked at her skin
Had a heart the size of the ocean
We are not who you think we are