I think the reason that I became so reserved when I moved here is because I wanted to be as a far from the person I was in high school as possible. Honestly, I succeeded. But is that really what I want? Because two years later, I’m miserable. And all I can think about is how much I miss being with my friends from home, making total asses out of ourselves, getting fucked out of our minds and doing whatever tf we wanted. Idk. I thought I’d changed for the better, but if I’m not happy is that really the truth? Wondering if I’d rather be a happy fuck up or a miserable good person. 

I don’t want to die, I just want to be someone else.

Say this to me.

Say this to me.

my-teen-quote:

Relatable posts?

my-teen-quote:

Relatable posts?

my-teen-quote:

Relatable posts?

my-teen-quote:

Relatable posts?

My tears run down like razorblades but no, I’m not the one to blame. It’s you… Or is it me?

dontbelievehersmile:

black and white blog :)

dontbelievehersmile:

black and white blog :)