“My mom once asked me whether I was having problems because of you. I told her no, there wasn’t any. I told her that I am happy because I really am. What I didn’t tell her was that each smile from you is equivalent to a tear every night. She didn’t know that every time I think of you, all I ever think of were ways on how to make you stay. She is not aware that I am fighting for us alone. I didn’t tell her that you have been the major cause of my miseries all this time.”—what I didn’t tell her (via escafeism)
When it’s late at night and you’re crying you should have someone to go to.. And I don’t. Honestly when I’m this bad who the fuck have I got?
Im self destructing and I’m done trying to hide it. Being on ww3.