Пещера монстров

Я в полном пиздеце.

I'm tired of being there for people and try to understand them

Иногда человек умирает не тогда, когда перестаёт дышать, а тогда, когда ему больше незачем жить.

I need a red to my black

я и кто

"baby I'm alone without you and you know this, you left me with a heart that don't know what love is."

I hate dreams so much bad ones make you insane, good ones make you sad.

Sometimes I feel like there's a storm inside me, but everything around me is quiet. Nothing happens. Nothing changes. I just sit there, feeling everything and nothing at the same fucking time. I tell myself it'll pass. I tell myself I’ll get used to it. But how the hell do you get used to something that keeps hurting in a different place every time? And maybe that's the worst part. Not the pain. Not the loneliness. But the fact that, after feeling it for so long, I don't even know who I would be without it.

why the fuck do I care.

I need stronger pills.