“To Live Is The Rarest Thing In The World. Most People Exist, That Is All.”

I don't feel very good every morning as soon as I wake up. But i ACT cheerful on purpose. Because one way of feeling cheerful is acting like it. Fake it till you make it.

Nobody gives me butterflies no more, y’all just give me brain damage

I hate when people ask me “Why are you so quiet?”

Because I am. That’s how I function.

I don’t ask others “Why are you so noisy? Why do you talk so much?”

It’s rude.

ironic how being empty can feel so fucking heavy 

this healing shit take forever don't it

it's important to understand others because society sucks enough.

it’s ok. i mean it’s not ok, but it’s ok