Sometimes I pretend not to remember details about people because having a good memory apparently equates to creepiness.

(Source: unpublishedwriting, via skeletonrage)

“I’m not here. I’m there. Elsewhere, mentally. Babe, I checked out a long time ago. I can’t stand reality, reality hurts. I only come back when it comes to go to bed, and I am fast asleep. I can’t relate anymore with anyone around me. What now? Live a life where I am always not here, or make it so I make it there? I want to wake up from my bed, and realize I am not in a dreamy state, but in a state of reality finally.”

(Source: countlessendeavors, via eletheowl)