My personality varies from unbearably clingy to disturbingly distant and there is no inbetween
The saddest kind of sad is the sad that tries not to be sad. You know, when Sad tries to bite its lip and not cry and smile and go, “No, I’m happy for you?” That’s when it’s really sad.— John Mayer (via cavum)
Dad: Why are your eyes so red, son?
Son: I smoked weed, dad
Dad: Don't lie to me, you were crying because you are a faggot