Ogni anno la solita storia, sarà un bel compleanno di merda nei miei pensieri di merda
Nella mia solitudine.
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@abbracciadistanza
Ogni anno la solita storia, sarà un bel compleanno di merda nei miei pensieri di merda
Nella mia solitudine.
Smettete immediatamente di fare promesse che non siete in grado di mantenere, non tutti i cuori hanno la forza di reggere le delusioni.
- romyy999
il tuo tipo ideale sarà certamente il prossimo
The only thing that comforts me is the fact that I could just kill myself tomorrow and won’t have to worry about another thing ever again.
toxic parents will traumatize you and act surprised when you act like you've been traumatized
“It never gets better. It never gets easier. Distractions won’t help forever. There is no point in all of this, the suffering just won’t end.”
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“you ever just want to fucking cut your body to shreds until you bleed the fuck out because that’s where I am at right now.”
— (via sa-dnesss)
everyday im fighting to stay alive in a life i don’t even want to be alive in
i dont talk anymore. i dont want to. i have nothing to say. i have nothing to contribute to a conversation. words escape me and i dont care that they do. i can go entire days without muttering a word. i just want to be left alone, now.
Ever been so sad and broken that you can’t move. So you just sit there, frozen, paralyzed by your pain and suffer. Because that’s all you can do.
ive had enough where is the cocaine
I don’t get mad anymore, I just get really quiet. Why keep talking when nobody is really listening to you?