Pretty green bud, all in my blood.
It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.
The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.
I want to text you. Just to remind you that I’m still here. But then I remember that you know I’m here. You just don’t care.
Midnight thoughts (I won’t do this again)
Anonymous said: What up homie?
Just drinking wbu?