Is sadness the price we pay for lying about being okay?
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Is sadness the price we pay for lying about being okay?
I promise no one will miss me when I’m gone. They didn’t even miss me when I was alive.
„I met you when l was not looking for you and I lost you when I loved you most.“
“I hate when people say “you’re not alone"because that is the biggest fucking lie I’ve ever heard”
— Loner
“No, I don’t feel like existing today. No, I didn’t feel like existing yesterday. No, I won’t want to exist tomorrow.”
— Life
I hate that everything I do reminds me of you...
lifewill-happen
“Sometimes I just need to remove myself from everything and everyone. It’s not personal.”
source: 14 things people with depression/anxiety say
on the end of the day, there is nobody but you. only you can count on yourself and make yourself happy. dont expect people to care
to say i miss you doesn't even begin to capture the despair your absence has brought me.
— mae s. (journal entry to the one i still love)
"I hold onto every single memory, because I know we won't be making anymore."
I will forever be the person who says "it’s okay, I understand.." even when my heart is breaking into pieces..
I wish I could change your mind.
Sometimes I wish I could just make myself dissappear.
Dear diary...
I wish I had the words to express the amount of pain I'm currently in.
Julia de Burgos, from Song of the Simple Truth: Poems; "That You Love Me In Green,"
Maybe I always end up being too much because I never feel like I'm enough