and i'm not sure if I even know how to be happy or will ever get there. and I feel like by saying that it is just making me never get there.

I really make myself so sad.









I hate you

i'm feeling depressed again.

I want to live on my own so I can fill my space with books and reproductions of famous paintings and tapestries.

52 THINGS I LOVE ABOUT YOU

why does the thought of
love just fucking
sicken me
right now?

I don't know anything. I don't know a thing.



Knowledge is power. feet facing inward.

what is this...?