"There are all kinds of addicts, I guess. We all have pain. And we all look for ways to make the pain go away."
Sherman Alexie, The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian
I'm so cute
me 15 mins later:
I hate myself
"I wish you were in this room with me right now. I wish I could put my arms around you. I wish I could touch you."
I wish there was a way to kill yourself and see how everyone who you knew reacts, and then depending on that choose whether to stay dead or not. If that were the case I’d kill myself right this second.
"Where do you go when your house isn’t home?"
"The only fucking reason I haven’t covered my arm in cuts is because I don’t know how to hide it."
"Be with someone who talks about you like you put stars in the sky."
"I’m not sure why people dislike receiving drunk texts. you’re the only person they’re thinking of when their brain can’t function properly"
"And then she told herself, “Stop being so weak. Grow up and get over it.” and then she never felt anything again."