“I’ve accomplished everything I wanted out of life, like way beyond my wildest dreams. Anything from here on is just icing. Seriously, if you find out that I died tomorrow, I’m fine. Don’t be sad for me, because I’m not sad. I died with a smile on my face.”
There will be a day when I don’t reblog this.
Today is not that day.
truth or dare more like preform a strange sexual act or tell me who you like
Over the past few months I’ve stood by and watched as people left me, but at the time I didn’t care. I won’t make people stay with me.
Now I have no one, and I’m depressed all the time.
Does that mean it’s my fault?