You tried to change, didn’t you? Closed your mouth more, tried to be softer,...– Warsan Shire (via ixj)
I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your...– Jeffrey Eugenides (via ugh)
I’m greedier than anyone. I don’t want some half-assed happiness I don’t need...– Tatsuhiko Takimoto, Welcome to the NHK! (via namuamidabutsu)
If anyone actually cares, it’s been 9 days since I quit using opiates. So, sorry that I’m having mood swings all over this page. My psyche is as fragile as glass, and I’ve been attaching myself to depressive thoughts- even though I should be trying harder to remind myself to stay positive. Anyway, other than having weird trouble breathing due to reading too much about people...
Welp, my head definitely wasn’t in the right place to watch Submarine. I don’t know why I keep doing these things to myself.
I haven’t gotten any sleep. I’m around the 72 hour mark, and I’ve gotten a total of 3 hours sleep in that time. This is ridiculous. I can feel my body telling me that it needs rest, but my brain just says fuck you, nope. At this rate, I’m definitely losing my job. I just have to keep telling myself that all of this bullshit is transitory. I’m inching closer and closer...
I’d kill to be able to sleep.
Detoxing. If this isn’t hell, I don’t know what is. One day down, almost on day 3. You’d think going to jail once, would have been enough to scare me straight. I’ve made some awful decisions. I just want to be normal again. I want to go back, and change a lot of things.
I wasn’t lonely. I experienced no self-pity. I was just caught up in a life...– Charles Bukowski (via phoenixcumming)