My addiction is taking my brain

flatsound:

at 2:18 in the morning
i had the confidence to ask you
if you’ve been fucked recently
in an attempt to hurt myself
more than you’ve hurt me
as if the answer would fix me
and i could let go of a feeling
in my chest, heavier than
the weight of your body
spread across the fabric
of a bed that isn’t mine

(via thiswaydante)

From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone

Proper sick of people saying they have feelings for me then treating me like shit and fucking off the side of the planet. No. STOP USING ME UNTIL BETTER PEOPLE COME ALONG.