Whenever I try to open up and let people in, they leave. They always leave.
In my life, I’ve experienced a lot of unhappy moments. They make up the majority of my lifespan. They hurt to think about, and I wear the scars on my skin everyday. Unhappiness is a part of me. There have been happy moments yes, but oh god I wish there were more. Those happy moments were what got me through my dark times, they kept me breathing, kept my blood in my veins, kept me around to see a new day. Though there have been few, I cherish them as memories. The little things, the big things, the brief instances I felt “normal” as if I was worthy of that moment, worthy of the air I inhaled and the presence of those I loved. I wish there were more. Fucking christ I wish there were more. But that’s okay, unhappiness is a part of me. Happiness just wasn’t meant for me, and that’s okay.
( •̀ω•́ )σ pokes
-- (via thatkindofwoman)
Why sleep when you can stay up late every night being sad then feel like shit the next day