What if you wake up one morning and you’re in bed with the love of your life and they have their arm around you and their snoring like a fucking ass hole, but you can’t help but to smile and you hear a baby crying and it finally hits you, you’ve made it.
you beat the demons inside you, the voices, the darkness.
I look forward to that, to knowing I made it.
this deserve so many notes
I wrote your name on the bullet so everyone would know you were the last thing that went through my head.
i hate parents that treat their kids like shit and then have the audacity to ask for respect