You understand do you? You understand how some days, I’m okay. I want to laugh and smile and create something beautiful, how I want to show the world that I’m alive, I want to feel air rush into and out of my lungs. And other days, I want to take a bullet to my head, sit in my room and drag blades across my body. How I want to break things, people and objects alike. I want to slit my throat, swallow handfuls of pills and get hit by a car. You understand how it feels, to be happy one day, then depressed the next?
(Source: safetymatchesstillburn, via dietcoke-and-chocolate)
