and at this point,
I can hardly stand the sound of my own breathing.

I shouldn’t be sad, and I should be asleep (12:42 am)

I woke up this morning for three minutes. I rolled out of bed, put on my slippers, and stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. That was all I could take. I went back to sleep. I didn’t go back to bed. I just went back to sleep. I slept all day. I sleep most days. I’m asleep when I go to school, asleep when I’m telling the barista which form of caffeine I prefer. It never wakes me up, but I spend $3.50 on it anyway. I’m asleep when my professors are talking, asleep when I go to the store to pick up milk. Sometimes I wake up, but it’s terrifying so I go back to sleep right away. I want to wake up. I want to have a reason to wake up.

Marianna Paige  (via bulpyeon)

You deserve someone who knows how to make things up to you after hurting you. Not someone who is very good with just the word “sorry.”

Unknown (via belowjob)