HI, I'm Sam . I'm 21(:

“Late night rant, so I apologize in advance.
I’m supposed to be strong. I’m supposed to “make my parents and brother proud” and “stay strong because they wouldn’t want it any other way”. Everyday I hear that I’m supposed to do this and supposed to do that… I’m SUPPOSED to what? So because they’re dead, rather than mourn and be upset about it…. I’m supposed to stay strong?
What if I can’t talk to people about how I really feel because I’m sick of hearing how I’m “supposed” to act? What if everyday I slap a smile on and put on a play? What if I’m a better actor than Johnny Depp himself?
What if I’m not strong?”

“I’m never going to be what you want me to be… simple because I’m not what I want myself to be.”



My problem is that I fall in love with words, rather than actions.

I fall in love with ideas and thoughts, instead of reality.

And it will be the death of me.

fuck this is so me