My best friends/roomies
(Source: freefromthesechains1, via cocaine)
So much to express. I’m so thankful for the house I live in, surrounded by supportive people who will hold me when I want to give up. Ever since you left, Ali, it’s been so hard I still am the last one to pick up the pieces. I realize now I still need help dealing with your absence. Your mom is helping me so much. She talked to my own mother today and it was a weight off my shoulders. I have less displaced hate now, towards myself therefore less hate for those who bring me down.
The one you once called douche lord was stealing my happiness for a bit, but only because I allowed it to happen. Maybe I hate him because he sees me how I see myself. But I’m letting go of that NOW because it’s only hurting me.
I realize now I was either busying myself or existing without purpose but never really addressed all these issues I have. Now I will. Therapy, meds, grief counseling - whatever it takes. I have to take all suggestions now because my way hasn’t been working.
This is so hard. I have so much hate for you I can’t explain
Morrissey quote
On suicide: “I think self-destruction is honorable. I always thought it was. It’s an act of great control and I understand people who do it.”
This is my George Costanza tattoo done by Paul Aherne in Spilled Ink, Dublin. It’s my seventh tattoo and he did an amazing job, I’m such a huge Seinfeld fan. I just need George on me everyday to remind me that no matter how bleak things look, something as good as Seinfeld exists. And that always makes my day better. (Say hello/propose to me at youretheoneformefatti.tumblr.com)