we have to accept that some people are really fucked up and it‘s not our job to heal them
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@100burningpeonies
we have to accept that some people are really fucked up and it‘s not our job to heal them
I’ve been writing about us lately
Yeah, they should’ve treated you better. They should’ve cared more. But they didn’t and they don’t, and your life keeps moving forward.
keep your relationship private but don't hide the fact you're in one
Do you ever miss a voice?
Notice everything.
Act like you don’t.
I keep distracting myself with the outside world. I spend time with my friends, watch boring movies or drink dry wine. I try to flee from the inside of my brain, because I know, that I can't bear what's inside of me. I know that deep down behind my facade of happiness and sarcasm there is something darker. I know, that I have kept this darkness inside of my body for way too long, and that there is this loneliness, which has become a part of me for longer than I want to admit. But I can't let go of it. I can't get it out of my system. It's like a shadow self, that has created itself.
I haven't cried a tear about him. I thought he would be the love of my life, but I haven't cried a single tear because of him. And that worries me more. Because I know, that he isn't irrelevant to me. I can feel the chills running down my back as soon, as I think about him, but I can't cry and I can't talk about him not being there. I cannot let go, because I know, that it would break my heart and I am not ready to be broken again. I am not ready for the sadness tearing at every inch of my body.
The hands around my neck are getting tighter, they're suffocating me, taking my breath away. But not enough to kill me, just enough to take the oxygen from my brain and my heart.
“Make yourself a priority.”
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