December 2009
9 posts
Don’t think. Don’t fucking think. Because when you do think,you realise just how fucked up everything really is. You realise you don’t know who you are, how the hell you got where you are, you don’t know where you’re going and what you’re doing anymore.
Just don’t.
50/50.
himynameisgabe:
where you want to be.
LMAO
Do you feel that?
No? Me too. It simply died.
It died when you came along.
That’s the problem with yearnings. You want them so badly that when you do have them, you want out. You don’t want any of it anymore. Not one bit.
Sad isn’t it?
