So sick of fake friends. People that once said they loved you and needed you, and now hardly remember you exist.



i dont think my friends understand. when i say my room is messy i dont mean “cute” messy where i have a jacket hanging here and there i mean messy as in fuckin trash island where garbage citizens hold elections over who will become the next trash overlord it’s fuckin gross

I crave touch, yet I flinch every time someone is close enough.

I have become rather fearful I suppose. (via psych-facts)

Don’t promise when you’re happy,
Don’t reply when you’re angry and
Don’t decide when you’re sad.

anon (via invhale )


i just wanna know why im not ever important enough to anybody or why im so disposable. i really wish i had actual answers