I just want this so I can sassily slam my little bed doors
Goodfuckingnight to you sir
When a bullet hits a wall
That is astounding. I legitimately watched it about fifteen times before reblogging it.
During the day when you’re with people, laughing, smiling, having all these distractions. You kind of force your mind to attempt to shut off those thoughts, and maybe for a brief time its a nice numb feeling away from the pain. Sure you can be happy, but that doesn’t mean you -are- happy.
Then when you go home, lay in your bed, there’s no distractions and the thoughts just flood in. Then it happens all over again.
^ THIS. FUUUCK
People keep saying that ‘things get better’ and ‘you’ll get better’ but I don’t want that. I just want someone to hold me close and and tell me that I’m not crazy. That’s all I want…
Everyone who rebloged and liked this.. you guys are not crazy. I promise. <3