Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

Trying to keep my head up and be happy about graduating. But I can’t. So much stress, being blamed for every little shit thing, and just…worn out. What I was so happy at one time to achieve just seems like a waste now

Sorry if this makes you wanna “off yourself”.


I wish he loved who I am…

I wish he loved who I am…


My chest hurts…I’ve already thrown up twice. Ears are ringing again and I can’t stop shaking..also hyperventilating. Feel like I’m going to faint. …I hate this…


I’m a horrible person…a truly terrible person…




Worst dream ever. Dreamt you climbed into bed and wrapped your arms around me and buried your head into my back..woke up to that empty alone feeling. Even searched for your hand w mine. Ugh.





(Source: its-krystal-bitch)


Yeah…</3

Yeah…</3




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