Sometimes I believe karma is a real thing.


[bottles up feelings and lets them age for 10 years like a fine wine]

(via i-am-not-a-giantspider)

Its hard to fake happiness every day when I don’t know what matters to me anymore.

That point when you’re up at night and you’re alone. And there’s nothing that can change that.

And the sad thing is that nobody knows how I feel right now.

I shouldn’t be sacrificing my own time when I pay to be here. Especially when there is an easy fix.

If I left would I still mean something to you, or would you forget about me?