Everyone you idolize wakes up scared to be themselves sometimes.

It's semi-frustrating when your name actually becomes a synonym for douchebag.

Here is The Boy with the Thorn in His Side, dying in your world. A man made monster with every human emotion, overdosed on worthlessness in a world that could never wrap it’s head around him (so don’t even try). When it’s all over just remember every single word you ever said was always just a bullet to his head. Bury him underground between friends and love - the only things that are gonna make it to the end with him. Look for his body buried beneath where the yellow weeds are growing and know he’s still living in his nightmares.

The hardest thing about depression is that it is addictive. It begins to feel uncomfortable not to be depressed. You feel guilty for feeling happy.

Underwear. It's like a god damned leash. It also constantly reminds me of how funny I look naked.

It's cool to fall in love and grow old with someone.

Always bet on yourself, no matter what the odds are. It means more to be in the race than watching the victory lap from the stands.