Honestly I want to run away, never get to see their faces again. Go to somewhere by the ocean and make real friends. Make impulse descions. No parents, no mistakes just me and the ocean, my guitar and a back pack. No worries, no grades, no bitching or tears, no cuts, no scars. Just me. Waking up and breathing with no weight on my shoulders. Just to live.
it’s fucked up how many people on tumblr are alone and sad and having panic attacks in their room while their parents watch TV and how most have had a relatively normal childhood yet there’s a boom of depression and ED’s and mental disorders and it’s dumb how we’ve turned into a generation labelled as reckless but we’re only reckless with ourselves