My only relief is to sleep. When I’m sleeping, I’m not sad, I’m not angry, I’m...– Jillian Medoff, Hunger Point
she doesn’t want to be tanned, it doesn’t fit in with her goth queen image– my mother
being attractive to no one really gives me a lot of freedom in how to dress and act
I’m actually really worried that nobody will ever fall in love with me.
I’m such a weird melange of feelings, obsessions, things i despise, things i adore, it’s impossible to find someone i like and likes me back.
Once again I’m on the edge of breaking down. It’s hard to control yourself when there’s nothing left that makes you you.
No ambition, no talent, no chance.– Charles Bukowski
the best way to a girl’s heart is to cut a hole and dig it out of her rib cage
How much of my brain is wilfully my own? How much is not a rubber stamp of what...– Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
raptivist: “lets be friends” i whisper as i like all your text posts
I have such backwards self-esteem. Sometimes I have an irrationally big ego, and I look around and feel so overwhelmingly superior - I unfairly place myself above most people. And yet, at times, I feel cripplingly inferior, and can not cope in social situations because of my perception of myself.
I feel melancholic for the strangest of things- the things I wrote two years ago make my heart ache. I feel younger now, stronger may be, scars may fade and bones might not show but I feel as scarred as ever. I am ashamed, gazing at the self I used to be. The past scares me as much as the future used to do- I wish I could erase the things I said and the things I did, the things I thought when I...