things are getting bad again.. :/
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things are getting bad again.. :/
No one fucking cares anyway
what's the point anymore..
I care, but I’m done trying
“With such a hell in your heart and your head, how can you live? How can you love?”
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Mary Oliver, from The House of Light; “Lilies”
[Text ID: “I think I will always be lonely / in this world,”]
one of the greatest joys of life is following your pets around all day saying hiiiiiiiii every time you see them
I feel like I'm going insane
nice joke bro now i'm insecure
She was stuck.
Stuck and unable to move, paralyzed in the same position over and over again.
Unable to breathe, unable to think and unable to feel.
Numb from all the pain and the sadness, her heart gave out refusing to feel anymore.
Her lungs struggled for air, yet it only seemed to fill up with water as she drowned.
Drowning in her own ocean of nightmares, she couldn’t find a single life boat.
She was on her own.
She’d always been the one to help people stay afloat, letting herself sink deeper in the water.
She was sinking in her own self destructive thoughts, her imperfections and flaws as they kept clawing at her mind.
Making themselves known and present in every mirror, every picture, she deemed herself as the ugliest creature of all.
She was used to drowning by now, always managing to rise somehow. Yet this time it was different.
The water was deeper, darker, colder.
She had weights tying her down, bringing her closer to the bottom, all the way down to what she feared the most.
Her own hell.
Mirna Nabulsi @theathazagoraphobicgirl
they should invent a day that does not exhaust me and suck the life out of me