Our lives are not our own. We are bound to others, past and present, and by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future
Cloud Atlas (via sextheocean)
apparently,
i’m cyclothiamic? Not even sure if that’s spelled correctly, but it is a mild form of bipolarism.
GREAT.
CRAZY IS AS CRAZY DOES.
I hate being home alone and having to sleep alone in an empty house.
It’s like, I know I’m one lonely motherfucker, but leaving me alone forces me to consistently replay, “You are one lonely motherfucker”, in my head all night long until I eventually fall asleep watching cat videos on YouTube at 4 in the morning.
