I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can’t stop them. They leave me and I love them more.
written by Maurice Sendak (via dontlive)
written by Maurice Sendak (via dontlive)
fresh cuts and cold showers
I want to care, but I don’t. I look at you and all I feel is tired. I walk through school and all I want to do is leave. I wake up in the morning and don’t know why I’m here. I feel like I’m not real.
written by Elizabeth Scott, Miracle (via sadexistences)
written by Elizabeth Scott, Miracle (via sadexistences)
(Source: larmoyante, via depression-seeker)
