Sorry my rants tumblr I’m tired and it’s late and that’s my life
I wore short sleeves to school today for the first time in literally months. That was the scariest thing I’ve done in a long time. But I’m really proud of myself for doing it and for not caring too much. Everyone I know probably knows now and that’s totally okay with me. I’m not ashamed of my scars. They’re scars and scars show a dark past that has a bright future.
Boys are talking to me and hitting on me and flirting with me and all I can think about is you. I don’t know if I’d take you back right now, not without some huge gesture. But you’re still the only guy I’m comfortable being with, the only guy id want to be with. And that’s shitty because I know you aren’t going to come back, I know that this is it.
what really scares me is that i’m average i’m not really good at anything or really beautiful i’m going to live an average life with an average job an average income and die an average death with an average funeral and nobody is going to remember me
Van Gogh thought that too