I was brave enough to tell what i feel to this girl. And now i want to die.
my life is a mix of 50% wondering if it’s too late to drink coffee and 50% wondering if it’s too early to drink alcohol.
i found an image that accurately describes my drive and motivation in life
"Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering."
Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept (via psych-facts)
i dont like getting yelled at i literally stand there and burst into tears