God damn, Jesus fucking Christ almighty, love me, me, me, we could go on a trial basis, please? I don’t care if it’s the out-of-the-in-crowd, a gang, a reason to smile, I won’t smother you, ah shit, shit, please, isn’t there somebody out there? Somebody, anybody, God help, help me please. I want to be accepted. I have to be accepted. I’ll wear any kind of clothes you want! I’m so tired of crying and dreaming, I’m so alone. Isn’t there anyone out there? Please help me. HELP ME.
Kurt Cobain’s Journals  (via davenitrate) (via catherinevania)