A lot of sad people and porn blogs at 4 in the morning. I’m tired.
Sam, the Blasphemous. The anti-hero. The nihilist.
It's all in your head love.
Sitting here and I’ll randomly think of you. And it’ll wrack my body, shake me up, like sometimes I forget that a part of me is missing. I’ve gotten used to feeling incomplete. I no longer desire love, but the pain of it still stings. I hate you for making me have to live…
For a minute, I was in free fall. I had to catch my breath.
You want me to chase you? Bitch please, I don’t even chase my liquor.
My post related to SPN is my most popular post ever. If you guys liked that, you should read my SPN slash, I’ve written for an amusing number of pairings.
Eventually I just got to the point where I simply don’t have time to feel sad and confused anymore. I’m not happy, but I’m content, which is a step up. I dream big, live humble, hope and always remember to just breathe. Fight the good fight. Swear, cry, throw things, fall apart, drink, smoke, do what you have to, just as long as you’re living. Eventually, it’ll click.