February 2011
January 2011
I wish my heart was cut out of my body.
I wish that I didn’t have feelings for you.
I wish we could be together.
I wish I forgot about everything so my heart wouldn’t hurt as much.
I wish I was healthy.
I wish I had people who cared about me.
I wish you’d actually remember what I told you.
I wish I wasn’t alive.
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“I have always been one of those people who do everything wrong.”
– Charles Bukowski (via holyfuckingshittt)
