So many thoughts going through my head tonight.

I can’t even piece it altogether.

I wish I could tell someone my entire life story, beginning to end without being judged. I’m tired of bottling things up.

I’m going to try to ignore this and sleep it off.

Typical. Goodnight.

"I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better."

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn; Betty Smith  (via cirea)

(Source: allmymetaphors)