kungfupenguin

..i need his arms wrapped around my waist..
i need his blue eyes looking in my brown eyes..
i need the feeling of my hand in his..
i need the feeling of his fingers being ran through my hair trying to calm me down..
i need to hear him sing in real life..
I need to see the sincerity on his face when he says he loves me..

What would you truly do..
If i went to sleep tonight..
And never woke up..
Ever..

Okay, so im watching SNL and Anne Hathaway is hosting and they're doing a Les Miserables parody and now i know what its like to fangirl.

..i know how happy everyone would be..
..if i was just..
..gone..

I don't want to be here anymore..

..please..just don't hate me because of my mistakes..

..and what happens when i finally give up..

I really can't do this anymore..

..my favorite part of my body isn't my eyes, my hair, my chest, my stomach, my butt, or anything like that..
My favorite thing about me is my scars.
I don't care if people stare anymore. I love my scars because they make me unique. I like my scars because they remind me that i could've given up so easily, but i didn't because i have a reason to fight. Don't judge me beside you see my scars. You don't know why i have them.

I don't understand..
You're gonna treat me differently, just because I listen to a certain type of music?