"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream."
---Edgar Allan Poe


I was never this open before. Maybe it’s my mind’s desperate cry for help. Maybe I just don’t care anymore. I don’t know. All I know is that I’m no longer in control of anything. That really sucks when you’ve lived your life trying to get some control back.



this dudebro in my english class said that ophelia deserved to die because “she led hamlet on” and my teacher threw her book against the wall

your teacher’s aim sucks

(Source: stabmeintheneck)

My own parents told me I was wrong for standing up for what I believe in. I told them about informing a teacher when this guy, who manipulates everyone into liking him, cheated and they lashed out at me, telling me I was wrong to do so. My own parents rejected me when I talked about standing up against conformity. They told me I was wrong. My own parents don’t support me.

Everyone seems to hate me, all because I stand up for what I believe in.

At this point, I just don’t want to breathe anymore. I’m not suicidal but I really don’t care if I live or die. And it worries me how much of me just wishes I’d stop breathing…

Sometimes I wish you were real. I really don’t want to be here alone.


i hate old crusty ass adults who are like “how can you love someone youve never met or touched” shut up you dont know how to open new tabs in your internet browser

(Source: draculas-asshole)