A Faltered Fate

I think

that God only made us with a certain amount of love in our hearts and most of us save it for that “one” but what happens if that person came and left and you spend the little you have left on things like the songs you hear when you’re not sober and your gecko and flowers that get stepped on in the garden because they’re not as tall as the rest so no one notices them. So when that person comes along and is ready to give you the love that they saved in their hearts, you have none left. So you’re not cold-heart, you just love a lot of different things and don’t have any left to offer. 

I hate days like these.

plai-n:

Days when I get in a random shitty mood, and I just feel like dying. No, not like I want to kill myself. I just want to die. I just want something to kill me. Idk man, but I get kinda sick of getting in these moods.