he looks like he just committed an unspeakable crime
I hate talking to people about my problems.
It’s far easier to put on a front than to have to explain why I’m so sad.
I wish I could remember the last time I was genuinely, seriously happy.
how elton john runs from the police
Must save rock and roll
I swear this is one of the best posts on tumblr
I just need someone who I can cry to, who will sit there and listen.
I don’t want your sympathy, your falsities or your rolling eyes. I just want someone who will understand how I’m feeling and understand how fucking serious this is.
Ideally I just want to wake up and have none of this.
I want to smile and mean it.
And not have this fear in the back of my mind.
I want to leave the house and not be worried that when I get home I’ll hear the news that my mum’s killed herself or my sister’s in hospital again with anorexia.
I’m fucking terrified.
I just want someone to help me, please.