one day i wanna be as good at photography as you are C:

And take that head of yours and stick it through the clouds, you’ve been buried underneath our world with all your selfish doubt.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for everything. I can’t seem to do one thing right. I’m sorry to my parents; mum, I’m never going to be what you want me to be. Music is my life, I plan on making it my career. Nothing’s going to stop me from that, not you, not anyone. Dad, I’m not going to ever start a company or live the cookie cutter life you want me to, but I hope you understand that I’m going to try my best to make both you and mum proud. I’m sorry to my friends; you have to put up with all of my shit. I try to be as loyal to you as possible, but to the ones who listen to my problems, you know that I’m a stubborn wreck. I wish I wasn’t, and I’m sorry you have to put up with all of that. I’m sorry to my enemies; most of you, I did nothing to. You chose to hate me for whatever you hate about me, whether it be my personality, the way I look or dress, or the lack of socializing I do. 

I’m sorry to everyone. Everyone and anyone who puts up with me. I’m a mess right now. I feel almost brain dead; still existing, yet no emotions or feelings come out. I may be existing, but I don’t feel alive. If any of you, my followers, are feeling this way, come talk to me. I would love to help you. Here’s to hoping I don’t fuck it up.