someone shouted “do it for the vine” at the train station earlier and i was afraid for my fucking life
I hate times like this. Where I’m actually alone and I feel it every second. When I go through all of my old pictures, videos and conversations from years ago. I miss all of the beautiful people and times I had in my life even if they fucked me up in the long run. Maybe that’s a downfall of mine. All I know is my feelings hurt simply because I’m feeling them all conflict at once. Look at how I used to be; used to have potential. I used to be spontaneous and random as fuck, I was much smaller and better looking. I actually had faith in humanity (huge mistake).
Now it’s all gone, and I’m just.. here.
i never run voluntarily so if u ever see me running you should start running too bc something is coming