I’m allowed every single one of these feelings
"Shouldn’t you be firming your uni soon?"
Take my hand, take my whole life too
let others do as they please and make their own mistakes/don’t intervene (unless in exceptional circumstances). curse em, plan their brutal murder, fill their lives with disease, famine and war, but my god let thoughts be thoughts and each to their own and just let emmmmmmmmmmm gooooooooooooooooooo am I on crack potentially yes
Growing up is not always fun. It’s not always good when you start seeing people for who they really are. Nor is it fun being split between countries, with your identity split apart and you’re expected to be a dedicated member of all the corners. But all that shit I can get over. What I struggle to come to terms with is having every single summer of my childhood & my memories of a naive and happy time fucked around with. Everything & that entire half of me being made up almost solely of bastards that can rot, and that you’re supposed to consider your family. It doesn’t get any fucking worse than resenting the foundations of who you are. With that extra twisted injury to insult, the good people lose out, and the bad people win. I hate you, everyone hates you, and I’m sure there’s a very special place for you in hell
feel like I’m slowly disintegrating and it’s all down to the devil I know
I need risk and something good and something that’ll make me happy