I need something tangible I can cling to or fight or something. It needs to be real. I can’t keep on. This love/hate fight/fuck relationship with my other half is killing me inside and I don’t want to die.
Twelve and Twenty
Australia is home. British tv is family. Twelve years old. Beckett in DC
I get lost, messed up and bored when I'm alone too long. I can't sleep, function or eat when I'm not with someone.