Teddy Roosevelt’s diary entry from the day his wife died. He never spoke of her death again.
(Source: threeoverten, via d3uces)
I need a friend. more than ever. I need someone to hug me. I need someone to save me from myself. I need someone to tell me everything will be alright.
(Source: troubled--soul, via addictedtopersona)
I guess I need help. I keep on ruining my life and I can’t stop it. I push everyone away and soon, very soon there won’t be anyone left.
(Source: troubled--soul, via addictedtopersona)
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