The worst part about having no friends anymore, is probably the fact that you have no one to tell good news to. There’s no one to be happy for you.
(Source: , via fuckyeah1990s)
I forgot to post this! My arm finally looks like a piece and not just random unfinished tattoos. I can’t wait until it’s all the way complete, I have one more thing I want to add and that’s all.
I’m on a constantly moving roller coaster that goes from complete bliss to a pathway to self destruction. High on life and love to wanting to drown myself in alcohol. Happy to angry to depressed to insecure to confused to anxious to feeling great about myself to sitting in the dark by myself. I need to get off this ride.