I promise you, I will never leave you again. .. If you read this page and you know me then you brought it on yourself. . . *80's Movies *90's TV *Pop Punk *Diet Coke kind of kid.
I fucking hate it when you’re in such a fantastically giddy mood and then you see one simple little thing that makes you think, “oh” and then you just get this empty feeling in your chest and you get nauseous and the world just crumbles and you want to just lay under a blanket and close your eyes and fall asleep and never wake up.
I wish someone would randomly tell me little facts about myself. Not ones that I have already told them but ones they have picked up by themselves because they care enough to notice the little things I do.
I thought that I knew who I was, but you showed me that I wasn’t really anybody at all. People are defined by the things they like, their hobbies and interests. It’s how you get to know person. But the more I found out about you and the more you pushed to find out about me, I realised there was nothing to find out. Things I like to do, things that interest me, well I couldn’t tell you a single one right now. And that scares me so much. Who have I become? I am nothing.