jusgesture:

Rather be buried than hurt (shit), I’d rather be buried in dirt
Without a tombstone, just plenty of dirt.

jusgesture:

I probably never will take care of my heath or myself. I will be decrease in type of Betelgeuse’s lifetime.

My heart feels so heavy, even at the mist of all the fuckery and bittersweet that happened lately. This has been the most difficult and constant battle. On and off battle with my depression has just begun, I really don’t know what to do. I just have so much underlying of unknown pain and this pain that lingers around for so long, I have no other options or ways to get rid of it. It just always there. That makes me so sad because I can see that its starting to effect my relationship with people who I really care about. 

I think maybe its time for me to see a psychologist even though I don’t want to. I wish I listened to Miggy when he told me I had to see someone. blah. 

The sky was so pearly white for so long and now that it’s blue. 

So blue. 

I’m feeling so blue. 

I thought I knew

what I was doing but now I ain’t got no clue. 

Someone.. please hold me back before I run to that glue

to attach myself to that reality.