I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.

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I don’t want to worry anymore. I don’t want to be sad about anything anymore.

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I hate the things you make me feel,
but I will never hate you.

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My imagination can either be a very beautiful place, or the scariest.

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People talk about feeling “less” as they grow older.. But I can’t help but to feel more more more.

  • me: shows friends something that i think is funny
  • me: *laughs hysterically*
  • friends:

You are my world.. And if this ends my world ends


"You’re perfect you’re perfect you’re perfect"

That’s all he says

Sick of never knowing