Burn-journal

7 years of having burn-outs on and off. Love sickness over a carreer that wil never exist. ~latest update: apparantly autistic~

[understands]

[burn-journal]

[fadedpixelz]

Daar lig ik dan.

Starend naar het plafond in een donkere kamer. Ik wil graag leven, mooie momenten meemaken en leren. Maar ik heb te veel pijn, ik ben te moe en ik voel me niet fijn.

Ik wil graag verlost worden, want de frustratie heerst en dit is echt niet voor t allereerst.

Maar niemand begrijpt me, niemand luistert en niemand kijkt.

Ze gaan allemaal aan me voorbij, beet genomen door de glimlach en mijn woorden. Maar er is zoveel dat ze niet horen.

Dus nu blijf ik hier maar liggen. Niemand die naar me kijkt, niemand die me hoort. Alleen ik en mijn pijn, zo zal het altijd zijn.

[perfectquote]

“It takes a great deal of courage to stand up to your enemies, but even more to stand up to your friends.”

— Unknown

[burn-journal]

Unknown?? Dumbledore obviously!

[angelsodreamy-no2]

book smart boys + street smart girls

[theselfcarelifestyle]

Sometimes you don’t get what you want, because you deserve better.

[metapod]

[cam-desu]

Dog: Hello koi!

Koi: HELLO DOG! HELLO DOG! HELLO DOG! HELLO DOG! HELLO DOG! HELLO DOG! HELLO DOG! HELLO DOG! HELLO DOG! HELLO DOG! HELLO DOG! HELLO DOG! HELLO DOG! HELLO DOG! HELLO DOG! HELLO DOG! HELLO DOG! HELLO DOG! HELLO DOG! HELLO DOG! HELLO DOG! HELLO DOG! HELLO DOG! HELLO DOG! HELLO DOG! HELLO DOG! HELLO DOG! HELLO DOG! HELLO DOG! HELLO DOG! HELLO DOG! HELLO DOG! HELLO DOG! HELLO DOG! HELLO DOG! HELLO DOG! HELLO DOG! HELLO DOG! HELLO DOG!

this just makes me happy for some reason.

[sansastark]

a weird thing about having developed mental illness at such a young age is i honestly don’t know sometimes how much of me is a symptom and how much is down to personality, like i honestly do not know my core self and it troubles me A Lot

[21haze-blog]

[thegingerpowers]

[coffeecaine]

[wolfinromantic]

[rinsuokah]

 Sophie, your hair looks just like starlight. It’s beautiful.

[ps1]

[understands]

[through-my-words]

MD

I remember how proud

I was of my mind

I was so happily blind

To the sickness of my thoughts.

They were with me all the time

They smiled at me, sweet,

And I curled up in how they would treat

Me when the world did me wrong.

They all had faces, eyes,

Places and stories,

And I had among them the glory

And the love I thought I needed.

They never left, but they need to

And I love them, and I'll miss them,

But I need to give the world some,

Maybe all the attention they have.

[fdggvbjdhb]