I don’t think I could hate my life anymore than I do right now. I feel like I have no one. People come into my life and once they see who I am, they leave. They all just temporarily stay in my life until they find something better. I’m done trying to connect with people. I’m going to pull away from everyone and then I can’t get hurt…again.
"I was 15 years old, laying on my bedroom floor, shaking and trying to shove my heart back into my chest after you told me you didn’t love me anymore and I’m covered in scars and there are still nights when I find myself trying to hold my bones together with bleeding hands and breathing gets hard but fuck, if I can survive you and the way you tore me apart I can survive anything."