i have this weird self esteem problem where i hate myself yet i still think i’m better than everyone else
(Source: kingofhyrule)
the sad thing about all this is it wouldn’t be happening if we were still together…
(Source: fenderbenderwitch)
one day…
i’m looking at shit to smoke weed out of instead of my homework.
baby, since i’ve been lovin you i’m about lose my worried mind
cigarette smoke in a darkened room playing the blues.
“cause i love you, baby, how i love you, darling, how i love you, baby…”
i look forward to the day when something gold actually stays.
can’t say i am able to get too mad at people for assuming the worst of me. admittedly, my behavior tends to get me into a pickle.
but i don’t regret a thing. i got me, myself, and i. i am all that i need.
at the end of the day, i feel bad but then i remember…
i’m not loved by you or possibly anyone for that matter but i love me. so fuck you.
