The Mind Of Crazy

I was once called crazy, and I’ve gone with it ever since

[bruisemyway]

My mental health is deteriorating but no one believes me.

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Holy hell why can't I ever sleep

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I'm learning to be proud of who I am.

[elunaateria-deactivated20230226]

“Sérieux, tu penses l'avoir vue toute nue car elle a enlevé ses vêtements ? Parle-moi de ses rêves. Parle-moi de ce qui a brisé son cœur. De quoi elle est passionnée ? Qu'est-ce qui la fait pleurer ? Raconte-moi son enfance. Ou bien, raconte-moi une histoire à propose d'elle que tu n'es pas dedans. Tu as vu sa peau, et t'as touché son corps. Par contre tu la connais autant q'un livre que tu as trouvé, mais tu n'as jamais fini par l'ouvrir. Une vraie relation c'est plus que du physique. Une vrai relation c'est savoir connaitre tous les petits détails de l'autre et de juste l'aimer et l'adorer encore plus pour ça.”

— @poetepublic (via poetepublic)

[bruisemyway]

There are imperfections, but doesn't everyone have those? ❣

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I need help but I don’t want to tell you.

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Well now I'm awfully glad that I didn't let myself go in that moment.

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I’m happy I met you but now I’m afraid because I simply can’t lose you

—bmw

[bruisemyway]

Should I tell him I miss him?

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I keep thinking that maybe if I hope long enough, it’ll actually come true.

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I’m a bad person aren’t I?

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Everyone seems to be getting their life together right now.

Yet mine feels like it’s falling apart?

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Where did all my friends go?

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I can’t seem to stop myself from looking for validation in others.

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Maybe it was chance,

Or maybe it was inevitable.

—Maniac

[bruisemyway]

“Baking is kind of life. You mess up one thing and everything turns to shit.”

—a friend of mine

[bruisemyway]

I struggle like a lone fox on the run

Waiting and watching, never being still,

Oh, please help me I feel so overdone.

Running under the trees, my world is spun

With a feeling within me, not a thrill,

I struggle like a lone fox on the run.

Can’t you see I feel breathless and done,

The feel of nothing, a bone jarring chill,

Oh, please help me I feel so overdone.

Trip, fall, get up and keep chasing the sun

A process I pass through making me ill,

I struggle like a lone fox on the run.

I always feel like I’m back to square one

While rushing and running, always downhill,

Oh, please help me I feel so overdone.

Good things in life there seem to be none,

The weight on my shoulders feels like a ton

If stress could be eased, I doubt that it will,

I struggle like a lone fox on the run.

—bmw