I don’t have a fear of commitment. I have a fear of abandonment. We all screw things up. I screw things up, especially with people I love. I get needy, I get moody, I get distant, I want to be close, I get confused. I don’t understand all of it, but I keep pushing because I hope this thing, this universe, there’s no way that I’m the only person out there who wants something this bad, if I want it, someone else out there must too.
Try not to feel jealous about things, or people or places. It’s toxic. Just keep living. You will find your happiness.

I can’t tell if my obsession with music is extremely unhealthy or if it’s the only thing that’s keeping me going. 

(Source: from-mars-to-mercury)

"I love you" doesn’t mean a fucking thing if you spit it down the throat of every girl who makes you feel less dead