So, realized that I need something more than someone. I’ve got someone, I have my best friend. The bestfriend.
Maybe I’m just greedy, needy and spoiled for wanting more. For actually needing something more than I already have.
I used to write, I used to write here on my tumblr. I used to put words on my feelings, I wrote and wrote, and cried, I used to cry while writing. I was bad, I fell down, I rested on the bottom for a long time. I underestimated myself. And
I wrote to feel better. And I made it. I’ve felt happiness.
It’s been a year and I feel good, I am fine. I’m proud to say that I no longer rest on the bottom, and I can say that I’m not going to let myself down again.
I won’t fall again.
But right now, I’m lost, again. I’ve lost height, I’m no longer climbing, growing or flying.
So to save myself from myself, I’ll write. Here.

So unfollow me everyone.

“You’d commit suicide trying to read my mind’