Just know I wasn’t afraid to die .
I hate when thing change. I hate that you don’t look at me the same. I hate that I know you don’t mean every word. I hate that we’re fading. I hate that you don’t see this pain. I hate holding it in. I hate when things change.
tumblrbot: WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?
my family and boy friend