Space face

Is this where I'm supposed to be?

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I was a broken mirror.
She put me back together.
She walked away.
I fell apart yet again.

A broken mirror is worthless.
It always gets thrown away.
No matter how hard I try to stay together.
I always fall apart, again and again.

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I already know that I’m going to have an absolutely shitty day at work today. Tuesdays usually suck anyways, but damn.

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I’m not trying to sound greedy, but honestly, why is it that everything and everyone I come into contact with either dies or kills me? I feel like if I die right now at this exact moment, nobody will even notice. Nobody ever notices me. I’m a fucking ghost among the living.