l1vingdeadgurl

Sometimes things are bad and you know it is, so very fucking bad but you can't stop yourself from doing it anyway. Like a well know side road that leads you to the freeway, but by the time you get there all you can do is ask yourself what the fuck?

I miss him so much on days like this. He was like that thing that was so bad but felt to god damn good. He's gone and all I do is spend my days trying to find that feeling again. Loving another dying man another hopeless challenge.