Always prefers his car.

I hate this feeling. Like I’m here, but I’m not. Like someone cares. But they don’t. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here, and escape lies just past that snowy window, cool and crisp as the February air.
Ellen Hopkins, Crank (via exoticwild)

(Source: larmoyante)

A tired that sleep won’t fix.
Six word story  (via wreckers)
i get way too sensitive when i get attached to someone. i can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly i’m spending all day trying to figure out what i did wrong.
― humans of new york - amman, jordan (via 5000letters)
Too often, the only escape is sleep.
― Unknown (via psych-facts)

Don’t even know where home is anymore, I hate it everywhere.

It’s always another excuse.

There’s no point for me anymore. Everyone got what they needed from me. I might as well disappear now

I ruin everything.