What I Say And What I Mean
Friend: Are you ok?
Me: I'm fine. Just Tired.
Me: *Terrified. Irrelevant. Rejected. Exhausted. Depressed.*
"Life is just the waiting room between birth and death. Most of us in the waiting room are stubbornly impatient until the wait is over. We sit there, find ways to pass the time, and assume that the way we pass the time that is most fun must be our purpose, but wishful thinking will never make a waiting room into a place where purpose occurs. Some of us go mad in the waiting room. None of us chose to enter the waiting room and none of us leave it alive."
- Anonymous (via universalequalityisinevitable)
dismal-mind:
im physically and emotionally tired.
punk-is-freedom:
If I don’t wake up tomorrow, don’t pretend to care
deepscarsandlifeonmars:
Sometimes I feel like I could go step into traffic and no one would care.