"The butterflies I had once had were gone and all that was left were awkward smiles, faded memories and lingering feelings."
Read this somewhere. I want to feel like this. Soon. Very soon.
Monday, April 11, 2011
I’m sick of waking up angry. Of waking up to being upset. Of wanting to cry myself to sleep. I’m tired of having to sacrifice for others when they don’t give a God-damned shit about me. I wish I could just turn my brain off and that part of my heart that feels. I want to numb it, kill the nerves, stick a needle in them, numb them.