"How to kill someone;
Hold their hand and then never touch their skin again,
See them nearly everyday and pretend they don’t exist,
Act like everything you ever said to them was a lie."
-Was this your plan all along? (via sexsplosive)
As the powders go up my nose and the nicotine fills my Lungs I’ve never felt more alive. tomorrow I’ll start my first day of college. What a time to be alive. I’m listening to the black keys, I’m burning incense so my Dad doesn’t smell the cigarette I’m smoking in my room. I did something terrible months ago why am I alive. I’m going to miss you pal. Maybe I don’t want to be alive. Why did all that happen. Maybe I just wanted to feel alive. we over did it. Maybe I shouldn’t be alive. I’m not saying I want to die, just what is living anymore? I’ll miss you pal. It never is goodbye.