I lasted 67 days.

I fucked up.

I cut. 

Fuck you too.

Everytime you speak I just want to punch you in the face.

Ever since me and Grim broke up you’ve been so fucking rude. 

Me and Grim broke up.

And I can’t stop crying. It feels like someone stabbed me in the heart.

I shouldn’t be so dramatic, but oh my god please let this pain go away, it was here before it was over but now it’s too much. 

i still remember how it all came back together, just to fall apart again.

(Source: thisisthehorrorshow)

Fuck my life.

I got smashed last night. 
And now I feel like shit.

And I can’t stop crying. And this morning I drove around just hoping my car would get hit by another. 

"Alone. Yes, that’s the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn’t hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym."

(Source: vulnerislacrimae)