“I wish I could throw off the thoughts which poison my happiness. And yet I take a kind of pleasure in indulging them.” – Frederic Chopin (via s-e-l-f-destruction)
I’m rather lost. There’s this little tumor like thing in my heart which is invisible to everyone. Its causing me so much discomfort but I can’t let go.
If I wasnt counting calories, working out, & trying to lose weight I honestly don’t know what I would do with my life.
If you ask me what I want I actually already know it. It’s a matter of time or the amount of guts I have.