Come, break me down. Bury me, bury me. I am finished with you. Look in my eyes. You’re killing me, killing me. All I wanted was you.

(Source: loveisthelabor)

You. Don’t. Fucking. Care. And I know you’re just going to read this, then roll your eyes and go check to see if she’s updated her tumblr instead but can you blame me for thinking you don’t care? That’s all your actions have been saying. I’ve stayed out all night with you making sure you’re okay because I was worried but you can’t even give a fuck when I tell you I want to die. Well, I do. I would love for my parents to come home from their movie and find me dead. Sadly, I wouldn’t be able to see the look on their faces. I just want you to fucking ACT like you care like you say you do. There’s more to life than her. There is. And you say you wouldn’t be the same if one of us did that, but I don’t believe you. Her, maybe. But me? No. You’d be fine. like I said, I’m sure my funeral would just bring you closer together. edcftvygbhujinakmdfahdfjagf;adnfjakvdtdf. I don’t even know what’s going on in my head. Kaybye.

(Source: loveisthelabor)