Hannah Melissa Britz. Seventeen.
I see the moon above, I've failed my hope, thrown out my love, But I still want to live, I still want to hope, I still want to give, I still want to grow, I was dead and gone, I was cold and alone, I was weighed down and buried, When will I find my way home?.
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In her pipe she flys to her mother land.
Fuck you! I wish I never met you. Like really, I wish you never a part of my life.
I need to find my way back to the start…
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Nothing makes me happy. I have no friends. My family hates me. I’m just lonely. My brain won’t stop over thinking. I’m tired. I’m so fucking over this.
I think I’m bipolar.
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