An ocean without a boat is lonely, but an ocean with a boat is just as lonely.

Misery drives you to become a great artist, but the art does nothing for your misery

I wanted to do something to organize my thoughts.
So I picked this. Writing.

Why me? Why now?

The numbness has start to take over...

I love how everyone i love either leaves me or dies Me encanta y te extrañamos nana tina

I just want to cry and cry....and I dont know why

One day I'll wake up and it won't hurt anymore because by then it will all be dead

My dear thoughts you will miss me

Sticks and stones may break my bones
but what you did killed me