Narith | Nineteen

I work too hard and sleep too little to be earning what I have

I’m at this point in my life where I need my dreams and weak fantasies. They satisfy me so much more than how things are or could be. I couldn’t get what I want with what I have. There’s always something to bring it down.

If I had no words to inspire, would you still hold my hand through the fire? We’ve been through hell, but could I still be the one you admire? Seven days, I’m gone, week after week. Am I as strong as you think or is this the weak leading the weak?

I tend to believe that the thickness in my mouth only gathers when I drink; I have so much more to say, but no way to say it. 

I grew up believing that drinking and smoking were bad, no matter the reason.

Now, I can see the appeal. Especially since I indulge, myself.

Why the fuck did I agree to an 8-5 schedule 5 days a week WHY


Why do people hate anime I don’t understand