I don’t know how long I can keep this promise for. Please let this pain go away along with everything that it comes with.
It’s 2 AM and all I can think about is you and us <br /> and what we used to be but god it hurts to think about it <br /> and all I want to do is end my life but I made you a promise… <br /> A promise I wouldn’t end my life…<br /> And by god I’m going to keep it for you
I think about dying but I dont want to die. Not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. There’s so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell I’m doing or how to get out of it.
Matty Healy (via mournful-kafka)