Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.
Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine (via prelovers)
Once I met a guy who had the same dream every night:
He was in a far away land, crossing a bridge over an infinite fall.
On the other side, clouds hindered his destination. He didn’t know why, but he was sure he had to get there.
That’s when a giant elephant walks in, the bridge rips apart and he falls into the abyss.
He never discovered what was on the other side of the bridge, but the story still fascinates me.
Im so fucking sad, i feel like noone gives a real shit about me and i just want to die. I dont know why i havent yet, i dont know why im still here when i dont deserve to be. My life is a waste i am a failure at all things and thats why noone cares and thats why i should die. I just dont know what im doing.
and i’m thinking about how much i need you butyoureallywantsomebodyelse.