You understand do you? You understand how some days, I’m okay. I want to laugh and smile and create something beautiful, how I want to show the world that I’m alive, I want to feel air rush into and out of my lungs. And other days, I want to take a bullet to my head, sit in my room and drag blades across my body. How I want to break things, people and objects alike. I want to slit my throat, swallow handfuls of pills and get hit by a car. You understand how it feels, to be happy one day, then depressed the next?
This is so accurate, it’s scary.
(Source: box-of-kittens)
There have only been three times in my entire life that I’ve been disappointed in myself.
And each time, the events that led to the disappointment were completely and solely my fault. Smh
I gotta stop fucking up.
