I feel like a disappointment to my parents. It’s like were all just strangers that have been living together, they don’t know anything about me. Sometimes I feel like they don’t even love each other, other times I feel like maybe it’s me they don’t love.
Looking back and thinking through things all I really wanted was them to love me for who I am, but I don’t think they’ll ever do that. It’s affecting me more than I would like to admit.
Regina Spektor: Laughing With
No one laughs at God,
when they see the one they love,
hand in hand with someone else
and they hope they’re mistaken.
(Source: thewastedgeneration, via f-o-r-g-e-t-the-past)
I often imagine myself killing others and it worries me sometimes.
(Source: mylifeliesbleeding, via f-o-r-g-e-t-the-past)
(Source: hallucinations-dissociation, via f-o-r-g-e-t-the-past)
