John Reynolds. Trouble with Words (oil pen on canvas; 15 x 15 cm). 2009.
(via 1301PE Gallery, L.A.)
I can’t keep doing this to you or myself. Its not fair that I always hurt you, but the only hurt I feel is missing you. I always fuck it up & then miss you first. Wah. ;’(
|My Mom:||I think you should do your homework.|
|Me:||Well, sometimes I think I should do crystal meth, but then I think nah, better not.|
Everybody’s always like “there’s somebody out there who will like you for you” yeah and I’m like “I just wanna find someone who genuine I don’t really care about looks” & and as soon as I find somebody who likes me and wants to hangout, WHO DOESNT GO TO AJ, I start overthinking and being judgey it sucks. Like being alone sucks, but as soon as somebody is about to change that I back out or fuck things up. I don’t understand
Not only is there school in the morning, but I’m laying in bed over thinking things as usual. Meh. I just really wish things were as simple as they used to be. I miss the days where I really didn’t have a worry. But now I’m growing up and actually having to think about the future and what’s best for me… its so hard, I wish I had somebody to help me through this, but its just a never ending circle of shittty shit.