You're insecure in everything you do, yet you love yourself to a point of total narcissism. You're warm and endearing one second but indifferent and aloof the next.
Some days we talk randomly abt anything that exist in the universe until sunrise and others a simple smile in my direction is too much to expect of you. You confuse me in every fucking way possible.

Looks like they're tryna keep her from some kinda mental breakdown

How am i still 'ok-ing' my way through life.

I feel so sad I don't understand why.

The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing.

Buying books and reading books are two separate obsessions

We shall not cry over spilled milk

I am sad again. for awhile I got to be someone different- cool girl, fun girl, always up for anything girl. like playing dress up I wore the persona of someone that was easy to love, easy to hold onto. now the air is icing over and I cannot be this person anymore- maybe I was never her or maybe she died at the beginning of the month, when the air was static silent for ten long days. i am sad again, but I know how to laugh and make others smile

I need a life that isn't just about needing to escape my life.

Those who wanted to sleep, not from fatigue but because of the nostalgia of dreams.