There has always been a way up.
there has always been a way out.
there has always been something more that what I’m waiting for.
I’m tired.
I don’t feel that way anymore.
I’ve thought about life until my head hurt from thinking and I only have one conclusion.
there is no purpose.
we pretend to be important but we aren’t
we create art to make ourselves feel better,
not so alone.
there is no point.
you will die.
I will die.
and this sad little tumblr I have created will still be here
to tell others that there is no point
sorry but this experiment has failed
the thinking man as a whole has run itself into the ground and will continue to do so
I just hope the end is soon.
drunk tumblr-ing about boys and how they are incompetente at life.
Hi, today was our 6 month annerversery and I know you know because you messaged me on facebook and I know you are thinking about me but it might have been nice for you to call. This whole thing is just annoying and getting old and I want to see you and I miss you but how am I suppose to miss you when your not around to miss. Sometimes I think I should just move on because some other guy will be better and i can/t find him undtil I weed throught the doughes again but sometimes I only want you for the rest of my life. With babies and an old house and only some money and to wake up next to you every morning would fill my life with such purpose I wouldn’t need anything more for as long as I live but some days that jst seems like an imposibility
I hate depression. It makes me feel so alone like nobody likes me and not even my parents want to talk to me. I want to be able to pick myself up by the boot straps and be the person I want to be but it’s really hard when all I really want to do is lay in bed, curl into a ball, and wither into gollum.
