thedillingerescapeplan:

You were the first one I’d met who understood why everything seemed backwards to me and now we can’t even talk which still seems backwards to me, but if moving apart helps you move forward then maybe one day we’ll be in the same place, and we’ll laugh like we used to everyday.

(via supmariss)

I try to not be awkward, I know you just wanna drink.

I’ve never told this to anyone. I’ve just tried to move past. But lately it seems that my insecurities have got the best of me, and I’m no longer in control. No one should ever have to feel like this. To feel like me. Even though the good I have outweighs the bad, the bad is what’s leaving me with sleepless nights. I spend most of my time arguing with my own reflection. For no apparent reason. And it may seem as if I have all the answers, but I’m just as lost as you. I’ve spend the past few years trying to overcome my own misery, but these sort of things take time, and I’m running out of mine. So I will pray to a God that isn’t there, to a world that doesn’t hear, to anyone who will listen, to keep me from becoming everything I promised myself that I would never be. I do not deserve this.

If I find the bad in everything, I can never be attached.

A lonely heart that breaks when the sky caves in. Alone like the eyes of a wolf who’s lost it’s pack. Alone like the eyes of a wolf.