♥ 23/1/2012 | 4361 Notes
Simba, look at the stars,
Now back to me,
Now back at the stars,
Now back to me.
Sadly, I’m not up there, but I will be in the next scene.
Look down.
What’s on the ground?
It’s my pawprint.
Look back down.
Your paw is now the size of mine.
Anything can happen in the circle of life.
I’m eating an antelope.
Why am I like this?
Constantly tired, irritable, sad, angry, mad, same thing, same difference.
Everything seems so lackluster and I can’t focus on one thing at any time.
Being in bed sounds so much better than anything else.
I don’t want to see anyone.
I don’t even want to hear anything.
Why am I like this?
All I want to do is curl up for hours, days, weeks, months, years.
Eating again to cope with my emotions that seem to be hardly there but are in fact coursing rapidly within my head.
I just want to fade away.
Preferably now.
I’ve never felt so sad in my life.
I love you Regina. More than anything and everything.
DOES THIS MEAN IT’S PRONOUNCED “TUMBONER”?!?
