inkskinned:

i live bracing for the impact. i don’t trust happiness, nor friendship, nor love. i expect people to leave, my lungs to hurt, and tomorrow to suck because today was fun. and it’s not fair, and it’s not right, but every time i start to feel like maybe everything is starting to untie itself… i end up staring at a whole series of failures and rejections and disappointments, and i hate myself for having had that one minute of hope again