I don’t know if I’m in love or if I’m mentally sick. All I know is the gaping hole and aching I feel in my chest fucking hurts.
I don’t know how to explain it but just being alive causes me pain
The world is too loud, existing is overwhelming, people expect so much more than I can give
I fail at being alive every single day
I feel so ashamed to be so broken
But I don’t know how to be any other way
(Source: @mysillycomics! I got this off Instagram so I didn’t know it cropped the artist credit out!)
every time I decide I’m done with you, for some godforsaken reason, I dream about you the same night
"Memory of sun seeps from the heart", Anna Akhmatova (translated by D. M. Thomas)
I could stare at you forever. I wish you were mine.
i want to live out my anger, i want to be able to scream and smash, i want to defend myself like an adult. then why am i crying every time
the realisation that you have no actual friends is… freeing
To avoid the sick feeling I get from talking to people about my feelings I am vomiting them out here, enjoy.
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