You realize soon that no one really cared; your existence is of the same importance as an ant crawling on the sidewalk, ready to be smashed. You don’t know how it got this way, but you know it was your fault, and you know you are giving up.

Here you are now, at the end of the line. You gave up a long time ago, and now have forgotten how to actually care about someone. You feel angry that it came to this, and you sit in bed wondering why you should even try anymore.

You don’t get up, you just continue to lay and sleep, sleep and lay.

You make bad decision after bad decision. Do things that you wouldn’t have done before.

And that is the end of day 1.

cchannette:

jwisser:

thepasta-nerada:

vvrathia:

the sexual tension when u and ur crush are online on fb at the same time and u just stare at their lil green dot

and suddenly you know what gatsby felt like

This is actually the most profound and appropriate literary allusion I’ve encountered so far this week.

oh my god

(Source: twoukofukawa, via mysterieswalk)