Future Sailors.

At the moment I’m fighting to find a reason to stay in this house.

If I don’t find one soon hello foster care. These people are just…

Basically what happened in my very last psych session was stupid. We played instruments and talked about music heaps, which I didn’t mind, but then he asked me “How are you doing thoughts wise? No suicidal or harmful thoughts?” I reply with a “Only for almost every second. I’m forever wishing I’m not here” and you know what he says? “Well, I think you’re going to be okay. You seem much better and you won’t have to see me anymore”
I was relieved I don’t have to see him but he says I’m better directly after I’ve told him I basically would like to kill myself in his living room.
Thanks for caring asshole.

whoisraytoro:

when people pretend to like the misfits just because of mcr

(via unconquerableheartache)