thinking so much.
It’s going to be the death of me.
Why must I always try and pick peoples brains?
Why must I always need to know why.
I can never just settle, I have to dig deeper.
I have to pick at something too much, I have to always know.
There has to always be a reason, always.
I will destroy myself trying to figure out why.
(via dinosaurlife)
(via decompose) I love this picture.
I should of listened to the a thosand screams telling me to run in the opposite direction. I always run in the danger zones. I’m not a superhero. My actions and strong willed choices will never change someone, especially not a human thats well situated in their ways…. no matter how off they are.
I put my heart on the line by giving people time. I put my heart on the line by giving you my time. After hurting me. Bruising me. You left me empty and I forgave you. And now I’m sitting here in yet another mistake with you. Sitting here unraveling another one of your hurt less lies. Another anything with you is bound for disaster.You speak all this hope. Establish promises, and fool me every time. I stuck to every promise I made, even if I knew you would leave me vulnerable. I kept my word.
Every direction I take with you leaves me at a dead end. In a car with no parts to work from.
I’m tired of compromising my instincts. I’m done with having to sympathize to get your decisions.
The memory of anything concerning you leaves me helpless and lonely. Any memory with you is distorted with the present. With your current effect on me.
This is it. I’m done working around someone who isnt considerate with anyone’s feelings. A human numb to what they do to people. A being with no understanding of how other peoples minds work.
The pieces don’t fit anymore. You broke me and we tried piecing things back in the most insignificant smallest ways. Every time picking up another piece we just get cut. Every time we try to piece this situation back to a whole I get cut. From the way it looks I’m the one bleeding.
I have a show tomorrow. Its called “on the fly”. Its not rehearsed… you bring a written piece of work or write one 2hours before the show and preform. I want to write one now… I feel somehow motivated but I have writers block! This sucks.
I Love my bestfriend briana. She’s beautiful and wonderful <3
I over came the lip stick phobia I had. My mom wore it too much when I was a child.
I needed a new piercing.
I was supposed to go to Forever today. Exchange some shirts…get some really nice heels I saw. Plans are changed since its not the best weather to walk in skippies around manahttan. :|
