and here i thought/think you’d/’ll be the one to hold all of my secrets; future and past.
home is where the heart it is not necessarily, a place but can also be a feeling. every(one)thing has been fleeting or i run from. i find no comfort in myself or my surroundings.
Everybody is a genius. But, if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree,...– Albert Einstein (via letsreflect)
my pessimism will always reign over my optimism. i pride myself on not giving into false hopes and ideals. it has worked but has always left a sour taste in my mouth. unfortunately i think in worse case scenarios (which usually happens to be the outcome for me) so i do not get hurt, although being distraught for the time being, i will soon get over it forgetting the happiness (whatever/whoever it...
sick to my stomach and do NOT know what to do. i hate every single thing.