Gypsy Eyes

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It’s so depressing that people have to take week breaks from me. Like I’m that bad of a person. I can’t be handled. All I was doing was trying. I’ve been NOTHING but honest yet I’m still lying. I hate myself and I want to die. I really do. I’m so over this depressing ass life I live. I can’t even change it no matter how hard I try, apparently.


I think I’m going to write a book called “‘Four Hours Is Definitely Enough Sleep’ And Other Lies I Tell Myself”

(via n-v-m-e-xx)