people care about me. and that’s nice. but when i don’t care about myself, what then? i’m done. i want out. i’m too tired of being miserable and i can’t take any more pity. i’m a sad soul. i need a new one. or one at all. i think it got taken from me. i don’t think i’m getting it back. i need to just join the army. kill kill kill until someone kills me back.
The weird thing is I’m not sure who I’ve got the bigger crush on.
(Source: slippinghusband, via stalkerzone)
