You'll always be my Konstantine

I want change, I crave it. I get bored so easily. That's why I'm always braced for the run, to try an escape that ever encroaching darkness that promises to hollow me out again. I hate when things remind me of the people who've left me behind. I hate when I still look at them and miss them. But the worst is when I miss people who still willingly call themselves mine.

Sometimes I wake in the middle of the night from the pain of missing a place I've never been. This is where the loneliness strikes.

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Fri Jan 27

“ It’s so hard to talk when you want to kill yourself. That’s above and beyond everything else. And it’s not a mental complaint - it’s a physical thing. It’s physically hard to open your mouth and make the words come out. Ned Vizzini, It’s Kind Of A Funny Story (via livingg-nightmare)

(Source: fleshscars, via livingg-nightmare)