No. This isn’t PMS. I wish it is.
I wish I was 17 again, Faking sadness because it was cool. Sometimes I wonder how I’m making it, Life I mean. Everything’s a blur. Everything. This is hard. I have this nauseating feeling every fucking day, I’m anxious and I the one thing I find solemnity is pulled out of me. I wish I have something to live for.
(Source: thebeautyprocess)

