I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
It doesn’t matter who you are or what you look like, so long as somebody loves you.
Idk why I keep getting sad over people that don’t give a shit about me.
Introverts, man. We’re weird sometimes. Like, “I love you, but I need to go over here by myself right now.”
Better alone than badly accompanied.
It’s all messy:
i crave attention but i want to be ignored how does that work why am i alive
(Source: cannolis, via donuht)