andjeli su umrli
sanjam sivo,a sanjao bih zivot
I used to fall asleep hoping I’d dream of you but now now you’re in every nightmare and I can’t fucking breathe
Tired should not be a word that should describe how I feel about life, it is, and if it was the kind of tired sleep could fix I’d be sleeping right now.
is it too difficult to love me?
too ugly? too stupid? too sensitive? too messed up perhaps? (via
It’s like everything in my world is slowly breaking, and even as I quickly try to mend it nothing works; because as I’m working on one part of my life something else always decides to mess up. It’s over whelming.
J.H. - 3:57 am (via