I can easily say I hate my life, but the truth is… I don’t. I don’t hate my life.
I hate the person I am.
I hate what I am.
I hate my mistakes.
I hate my flaws.
I hate my past.
And as much as I hate to admit it, and I know I say I don’t need anybody who doesn’t need me… I’d like to know how it feels to be important to someone. To have someone you can sit and talk for hours without realizing the hours that passed by. Thatd be nice.
basically i dont care if you drink smoke or do drugs as long as you can hold a conversation about something besides the fact that you drink smoke or do drugs