I'm Miranda, I'm 19, and I just want to be me♥
oh, and I really like turtles, socks, and anything edible (:
I tend to involve myself in things that are bad for me
In all my years of living, I never could have imagined it was possible to hold such a deep hatred for anyone. Much less myself. Not only myself, but my existence. My everything. I’ve been losing parts of myself lately that I now realize were never me at all. All I know is I despise what’s left. I hate who I am. I hate who I was. I just fucking hate myself. I wish more than anything I could just understand. It’s like I’m not even a fucking person. I don’t exist. Maybe I don’t deserve to. Maybe I don’t want to. I don’t know. I’m so confused.
James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time (via quotes-shape-us)
Ned Vizzini, It’s Kind of a Funny Story (via feellng)