I'll be your lightning rod of hate!
Being an unwilling introvert is kind of like trying to drive across an oil slick with flat tires; no matter how hard you try to drive to your destination, you always go in the wrong direction.
I fully recognize that much of the pick-up artist community is full of shit.
I also am beginning to realize that unless I ask for their help, I’m going to keep living alone until my deathbed or a rope around my neck.
Watching kissing couples walk by my apartment window reminds me of why I sometimes relate to Elliot Rodger.
Isn’t it fucking dumb to relate to a brat?
Sometimes it’s not fair.
How is one supposed to be reasonably emotional after being taught that saving face is more important than expressing?
I know I should cry but I’m scared of even fucking that up.
Discovered my orchestra job gets me $30 nights at the Hilton.
I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy
because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless
and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.
Robin Williams (via skateeofmind)
This is literally what my friend started out telling me about myself the other day in the car before my past got brought up.