i just want everyone to shut the fuck up and stop talking to. me. theres too much fucking pressure to be a perfect daughter, girlfriend, friend, critic and whatever else i am to you. im at the point where i dont give a fuck if i wake up in the morning. everyone else is dying so why shouldnt i? maybe my problem is that i dont give a fuck. someone make the pressure stop.
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im lying in bed thinking about the only thing that means anything to me wondering where it all went wrong. where it all started to go downhill. perhaps it was that summer that everything started
to go awry. and then we picked up the pieces and mended ourselves back together to move on with us. who can tell when i first started going crazy in your mind. what about mine? who knows where i've gone or when ill be back. but somebody please,please help me.
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