I don’t want to look back in five years time and think, ‘We could have been magnificent, but I was afraid.’ In 5 years I want to tell of how fear tried to cheat me out of the best thing in life, and I didn’t let it.
I am in a constant state of melancholy. Nothing makes me happy besides Game Grumps and Supernatural. It’s fucked up that I’ve let one person strip me away from myself. But I really put all of myself into that relationship. All of who I am. Was. I am not thankful, I don’t give a shit about anything…
thank god you put this in the game grumps tag
That’s hilarious because I actually didn’t. I didn’t put any tags on my post I only mentioned them.
isn’t it weird how with some people you never run out of things to talk about but with others it’s like you always end up talking about the weather
so fucking l o u d
Something inside is hurting you – that’s why you need cigarettes or whiskey, or music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.