“Some People Would Rather Live In A Hell They’ve Got Used To Than In A Paradise They’ve Never Experienced

and my words shoot to kill when I’m mad, i have a lot of regrets about that

I’m jealous of those who can function like a normal human being. They don’t have anxiety holding them back from everything, they don’t struggle to get out of bed or have to put on an act that everything is fine when its not. They don’t struggle to hold friendships and relationships… they don’t feel sad for no fucking reason everyday. Those that can hold jobs and work towards their dreams, the ones who have self esteem and see the beauty in themselves. Those that know what its like to feel safe and secure, not insecure and fearful of it all. 

my parents were never really bad nor toxic for that matter, they loved me and i know

it's just that my mom never really told me she loved, she never hugged me tight, she never really cared how i was feeling, she sometimes says things that hurt me, things i'll never forget (i still don't understand why she says them, i don't think i ever will), still, she does everything she can to be the best mom she can be, despite everything, she struggles to keep it all together for us and i know that

my dad is a good father too, he's just not a good husband, he never really loved mom, nor did she, their relationship was never really good at all, he never really did much to make it better, it was all on mom's back, he had problems of his own too, but he was selfish and stubborn, he always thinks he's right, he hurts her and she stays silent until she lets it out on us.

my parents are trying their best, it's just that their best was never enough..

Taylor Swift: The Eras Tour | starts today!

"be yourself" thats the worst possible advice you could ever fucking give me i do not have a default personality

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I'm one delusion away from sticking my head into the oven

and when nobody wakes you up in the morning, nobody waits for you at night, when you can do whatever you want; but what do you call it; freedom or loneliness?

– Charles Bukowski

everyday a new taylor swift song is stuck in my head