La madeleine de Proust
this movie will always make me cry for all the wrong reasons…
im not even sure i care anymore though…about anything. i havent slept in three days and counting, not more than two hours
Is this the last “never again”…?
I feel likei was run over by a truck multiple times and then trampled by every citizen in t own, I dont like this at all but im just so tired of not being happy that cocaine comedown doesnt even feel that bad
Its almost a tie though…
I can’t. I’m sorry, I just can’t. Through all the people who came and went in my life, all of those who called themselves friends and swore to never quit, all those who said it didn’t mean much and they’d go off to find something better soon, My Chem were the ones who never failed to be there for me, through suffocatingly sunny days, through sublime, powerful thunderstorms, from gashes opening on my wrists, to pounds and pounds lost and gained and lost again during months, through deaths and kisses and books and writings, scholarships and parties and crying in bathrooms.
This I can’t have. Nothing makes sense now and I’m not sure it ever will.
Hoping I will die tomorrow still counts as having hope, right?