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crying myself to sleep seems like the right thing to do tonight, i suppose. i enjoy self-pity when i’m alone. goodnight.
“And I hide because there’s more to me than what you see and I’m not sure you’d like the rest. I know that sometimes, I don’t like the rest.”
— I Wrote This For You, The Remaining Mirrors
(via -meridien)
i just wanted to clear things up for the people i know that can read this. this is me and these are my thoughts, my feelings, what goes on when you’re not around and this is how i cope. if you really wanted to go there this keeps me from self-harm so i’m asking kindly for each of you to, please, appreciate this and the fact that i let you into this world. my world. thanks.
