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“I’m starting to get bad again.
I’m starting to get sad again.
I’m replacing feelings with sex again.
I’m replacing everything with drugs again. Why does this keep happening?
Why can’t I be happy?
Why is everything shit again?
Why can’t I breathe again?
Because of all those pills I took
Because of all the whiskey
Because of all those hits I took.
Because of all the needles.
Because of all the cuts.
I’m getting dizzy, fuck it’s blurry.
I feel like I am trapped.
I know I’m getting bad again…
Someone make it stop…” 8 am and i haven’t slept (via sexizeee)

“You went from being my drug to the reason I need them.” Unknown (via deadlyrealist)

“I miss you. God, I miss you. Not in the way you miss people, but in the way you miss being home.” Shannon Grey (via what-strange-lives-we-live)

“My home is not my home anymore. You. You are my home. That is where I belong.” (via 1704milesapart)