You’ve brought me down to the point where I don’t even want to try anymore.
(Source: xsabrinadang, via jazminnnecacho)
Okay I won’t put an effort in anything anymore. You still mean a lot to me though.
We live alone, we die alone. Everything else is just an illusion. We all die alone. So why am I supposed to spend my life working, sweating struggling, for an illusion? Cause no amount of friends, no girl, no assignments about conjugating the imperfect, or determining the square root of the hypotenuse is going to help me avoid my fate. I have better things to do with my time.
-The Art of Getting By (via fuckyeahitssummeralexis)
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