so much for fucking joining suicide methods hideout
|—||George Carlin, from “You Are All Diseased”. (via hushkyotosleeps)|
I want to tell you things but I don’t know how to say it.
Everyday I like you less and less. Your silence really bothers me, it makes me feel even more alone. And that’s the last thing I want to feel right now. Even though you are nowhere near, you used to comfort me and be there for me- as if distance didn’t matter.But now you’re more distant than you already are.
what the fuck
this is exactly how I feel?
ugh fucking kill me already