May 2012
Two words: WATER. TEMPLE.
Three words: FEAR. OF. DROWNING.
Seven words: HOW THE FUCK DO I GET THERE? :D
Then I realise just how wrong I am. I don’t mean anything to anyone. No one will remember me when I die. I will amount to nothing in. This life, I mean, what’s the point?
On a side note, there is a possum living in the roof above my bedroom and it makes a lot of noise sometimes.
Hey sweetie :) I just want you to know that there are people who’ll remember you and who you mean a lot to. There are gonna be some low points in life, but it you can make the best of them. You just gotta punch life in face a few times before it learns whose the boss!
I really hope I don’t come off as a happy go lucky jerk who has no problems whatsoever. Because I really do know the feelings your having. I just don’t know how to express my advice in words!
Please feel better soon!
If you do not reblog this you are in fact lying.
