i will work my ass off

and get back to california. by september

i swear if it is the last thing i do, i will get a factory job.

i care

but not enough to prove it

im sorry

if you want to listen to me bitch please follow

this is the blog where i can vent, and where i will read your rants and fits.

Speaks way to close to me

empress-strugs:

if we fancy some strong emotion, and then try to abstract from our consciousness of it all the feelings of its bodily symptoms, we find we have nothing left behind…no ‘mind-stuff’ out of which the emotion can be constituted, and that a cold…and neutral state of intellectual perception is all that remains.

William James.

Dark Paradise

empress-strugs:

And there’s no remedy for memory your face is
Like a melody, it won’t leave my head
Your soul is haunting me and telling me
That everything is fine
But I wish I was dead
Every time I close my eyes
It’s like a dark paradise
No one compares to you
I’m scared that you won’t be waiting on the other side
Every time I close my eyes
It’s like a dark paradise
No one compares to you
But there’s no you, except in my dreams tonight

run away run away run away

empress-strugs:

i dont want you to run away. because im selfish

but im nothing but trouble. and i am scared that if you stay i will just hurt you more and more and as time goes on, you will become me. 

listen to your brain. 

GET OFF TUMBLR AND WRITE YOUR LAST JOURNAL

empress-strugs:

GET OFF TUMBLR AND WRITE YOUR LAST JOURNAL

GET OFF TUMBLR AND WRITE YOUR LAST JOURNAL

GET OFF TUMBLR AND WRITE YOUR LAST JOURNAL

GET OFF TUMBLR AND WRITE YOUR LAST JOURNAL