spicy (via This Year’s Love)
I’m in love with my hair color.
but not so much in love with life.
I had the hardest time sleeping last night. not because of any other reason than stress—money, no job, being alone.
it catches up to me in the darkness of my room when I have nothing else to distract me.
I wanted to run through the house, slamming doors, smashing windows, stepping in glass, breaking anything I could get my hands on and stain everything red with blood. because maybe that would’ve made the pain go away. maybe that would stop the doubts, the worries, the feeling of hopelessness.
just break stuff and maybe I won’t feel quite so useless.
