"I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It’s not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel all alone."
- Robin Williams (via wordsnquotes)

(Source: wordsnquotes, via p-raise)

"There is something about
night-time that seems to
accentuate
everything.
Forgotten feelings
you have buried in
your chest.
The empty space
in the palm of
your hand.
This unspoken hurt
that gnaws on
your bones
and leaves you
aching
for someone to tell you
the secrets of survival."
- A.Y // these are trying times (via psych-facts)

reoccurs:

Some days I wish that I could disappear completely. Leave this place and never come back.

(via trust)


I would usually never say this out loud, but I looked up to you
Everything you excpected of me, I always tried to do
I realize now that I’ll never amount to half of what you dreamed
So now I’m a living nightmare, busting open at the seams

The aspirations that you have of me are distorted and far-fetched
You tell me I’m no good at anything, yet you still expect me to be the best
Tell me, why I should follow in your footsteps, when you’ve set such a poor example
The skeletons in your closet are so much more than I can handle

So I take the corpses of your mistakes and bury them in a grave
They should be dead and gone, but a cemmetary of regrets still remains
I’m fighting off all your demons and avoiding all my own
So instead of facing our sins together, I’m burying them alone

The monsters of my being are eating me away from the inside out
You told me I could trust you, but I always had my doubts
I never talk about these emotions and you can say that’s foolish pride
But the monsters of my being are still eating me alive

The goals that you have set for me are far-fetched and distorted
No matter how hard I try to succeed, each time my attempts are thawarted
Tell me, why should I follow the crowd in which I’ll probably just get trampled
The skeletons in my closet are more than I can handle

So I take the corpses of your mistakes and bury them in a grave
They should be dead and gone, but a cemmetary still remains
I’m fighting all your battles and neglecting all my own
So instead of fighting our wars together, you’ve left me unprotected and alone

The ghosts of your shame and your regret, are now haunting my soul
They’re tempting me and taunting me, turning my heart black like coal
I keep hearing it will get better, but God has already spoken
How can I help you fix yourselves, when I am also broken?

So I take the corpses of your mistakes and bury them in a grave
They should be dead and gone, but a cemmetary still remains
I’m fixing all your issues and ignoring all my own
So instead of solving our problems together, I’m forgetting all I’ve known
So I take the corpses of your mistakes and bury them in a grave
They should be dead and gone, but a cemmetary of regrets still remains
I’m fighting off all your demons and avoiding all my own
So instead of facing our sins together, I’m burying them alone

amortizing:

third wheeling two girls who are best friends is so much worse than third wheeling a couple

(via hotboyproblems)