in mound minnesota born and raised on lake minnetonka is where I spent most of my days
I get so sad sometimes because I put so much effort into something and then I start to think how unrealistic it sounds and how something will happen or it won’t work out and then it just seems like a waste of time
i fucking hate how i get attached so easily like i don’t understand. i meet someone new, find interest and BAM it’s like i can’t stop thinking about it. this needs to fucking stop
I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out.
You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.
You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else.HE. (via stayygone)