Whoops (Taken with instagram)
Why can’t I just finish myself off and be done with this misery.
I’ll never be good enough.
“You never come back, not all the way. Always there is an odd distance between you and the people you love and the people you meet, a barrier thin as the glass of a mirror, you never come all the way out of the mirror; you stand, for the rest of your life, with one foot in this world and no one in another, where everything is upside down and backward and sad.”
Why can’t I just finish myself off and be done with this misery.
I’ll never be good enough.
