Potter

I miss all of you

Goodbye

Sitting here drinking flower tea, listening to Like I Would at the favouritems cafe

I fooking hate fucking memories or pasts. They just mess up your head and all you want to do is hurt yourself because nothing stops you.

Fuck my fucking life. Fuck all my trust and hopes. None of them fucking exists. Someone please just kill me already. I can't take this anymore. 

No. The whole week is fucked. Im all fucked up and there's no fucking thing I could do to stop the fucking depression

Btw, it was true. I did fail in all four subjects except for English. Got the highest in class for the essay that was ''lit''. So...yea... 

I wish I could feel less....wish I could care less about things.

I am in pieces

I don't want to trust anyone anymore