“I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.”
- Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis
“Never good enough to make anyone feel loved and I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m a useless and worthless piece of shit. You all deserve someone who makes you happy and feel special. I’m sorry I can’t be that one!”—
You ever just wanna go home but nowhere feels like home anymore
“I have much to live for, yet unaccountably I am sick and sad.”— Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via plathisms)
I gotta disappear for a while n get shit done
me to me: don’t worry baby