Live by yourself and for yourself.
Don’t let anyone close enough to hurt you.
Don’t believe in love. Or family. Or anything.
I’m starting to think it’s all worth it in the end.
How does one deal with all this shit?
Hi. I'm Nic. In my 20s, 16 in my head. I hate a lot of things, but what I love, I love truly.
Daydreamer, moody, music and film lover. I'm pretty unique, just like everyone else.
I enjoy Interpol, creepy things, NYC, nighttime, poetry & lyrics, the noise of the rain, the ocean, the sky, listening to music loud, travelling, singing, playing drums or bass, being fanboyish, being pretentious and arrogant just for fun, drinking cold milk, waiting, straying and questioning everything.
Live by yourself and for yourself.
Don’t let anyone close enough to hurt you.
Don’t believe in love. Or family. Or anything.
I’m starting to think it’s all worth it in the end.
How does one deal with all this shit?