"   My pillow isn’t as comfortable as your chest.   "
(via folieadamn)

(Source: the-psycho-cutie, via icouldseeabetterday)

hi I’m loni and I’m a walking disaster that’s trying very hard, I promise

loneliness is dangerous

Seriously think I’m on the verge of a mental breakdown, I begin to think I belong somewhere and just as everything seems ok it all falls apart right in front of me. I just keep trying my best but I can’t keep everyone happy and the more I try to the more unhappy I become. Why the fuck do people expect so much of me and then just give up on me the second I can’t cope with all the pressure.
I try and be there for everyone but it’s so hard to balance. Then I get nothing in return, nothing at all. I’ve been through so much shit and I get so lonely and I really don’t ask for much.
I don’t even know where I want to be anymore. So tempted to disappear to another country and start over.

JEALOUSY CAN FUCK OFF, FUCKING HATE IT, THE ARSEHOLE

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