15. London. I'm so tired of waking up feeling alone, In a house that I can't call my home, In a box that's not strong enough to hold, My need to be living not just breathing and feeding my bones. They say that you don't know what you've got till it's gone, But I knew what I had, yet it still hurts as much, so I guess they were wrong.
I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out.
You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.
You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else.
I peel bananas from the “correct” side which is unconventional and it makes me feel superior
i microwave my banananas for 999 minutes and burn my hands trying to peel them
wouldnt the banana like
i don’t give a shit
My Mind Is My Worst Enemy // Cicatrice (via wheremythoughtsare)