Hi,
i'm Candace. Seventeen. Cats/tattoos/bacon/music/piercings.
*If i were god we'd all be dead*
Bye.
sometimes at night i suddenly become aware of al the things im missing out on right now, and good times that will never happen again, and all the people who meant the world to me who have forgotten about me forever, and i get this awful feeling that's kind of like a mix beteen loneliness and nostalgia.
Nobody knows the real me. Nobody knows how many times i've sat in my room and cried, how many times i've lost hope, how many times i've been let down. Nobody knows how many times i've had to hold back the tears, how many times i've felt like i'm about to snap but don't for the sake of others. Nobody knows the thoughts that have gone through my head whenever i'm sad, and how horrible they really are.