"How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?"
- Virginia Woolf, from Selected Essays   (via lekwysokosci)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via tall)

I wish I could just pull the goddamn trigger..

Why am I so weak..

I don’t get it. When I said I was going to disappear, I meant it. When I just stop talking to everyone, that means I’m disconnecting myself from you. I don’t go on facebook hardly anymore, I don’t post on here hardly at all, I don’t text anyone, I don’t answer any messages. Its nothing personal to any one person; it’s just about all of you. I’m done with everything, and this is my escape. I’m gonna be gone soon, and that’s okay. I just don’t want to hurt anyone in the process, so I’m cutting them off before so they’ll forget about me. I just want a do over. This is really happening. And I’m sorry.