January 2012
52 posts
Pain. Confusion. Is this what I must live with everyday. I want to be ok not normal as nobody is normal.. I just want to be able to go trough a day without thinking horrid thoughts. I hate being British. And this stupid accent. I miss my brother, and my sister. Why am I so far away, so lost in my own strain of thought.. things will get easier things will be ok.. I just have to keep telling myself...
“I like a boy..”
“I don’t trust anyone who hasn’t been self-destructive in some way. And who...”
– Johnny Depp (via self-inflict)
Finally my stupid ask thing works!
