(Source: dontjudgewhatyoudontknoww)
But I’m tired and fading fast.
Is it time to go home yet?
Where are you when I need you most?
Can’t sleep, so tired.
Frustrated.
Confused.
Wish you were here.
I love you.
(Source: sahilkhantheofficial)
It sucks, to say in the least. I’m tired of thinking about you. And hearing about you. I really wish everyone could just shut up. I wish I didn’t want to hear what you are doing this weekend or what you wore yesterday…but I do. And I hate it. I hate it more than I can tell you. I suck at showing my feelings- everyone thinks I’m okay. And when I show them…they think I’m joking. My own father laughs on my face about my depression. You were supposed to keep me safe. You told me I was the one.
You lied and I can’t get over it. You deceived me and I’m letting it kill me.
I’m so tired of feeling like this, when do i get to go home?
I turned sixteen today.
Cool, right?
2005 Pacifica Touring and a really fucking expense fossil watch.
Drivers exam, 9:15 tomorrow.

My life just begun.





