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i feel nothing.

and the hand on my heart i had promised a few weeks ago has fallen back down to my side, tired. because love can’t be promised. love is something that should wrap around your neck leaving you gasping for air every time you see them but when it leaves you looking through all the pages that you wrote down in your diary about him and you get nothing from it, you realise you can’t promise love and you’ve gotten so good at fooling everyone that you even fool yourself sometimes because nobody would want to feel anything after waking up to what they did so you tell him then you’re left there gasping for air but not in the 'promised love’ way, in a way that can’t be described.

the sad thing about giving love is that it can leave you with no love left to give so when its him this time reading your diary and is left gasping for air like he’s being choked by your tired arm that promised the love, you feel nothing.

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#depression #sad #sadness #alone #lonely #depressed #depressing #suicide #suicidal #self harm #black and white

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#depression #depressed #sad #sadness

subtleceiling

journaling leads to new thoughts. realization: being an open hearted person is a great quality but can also be detrimental to my own health, physically and psychically. just realized that my fears of confrontation/people hurting me/people being hurt by keep me from setting boundaries. I want to survive in this body as long as it gives and therefore need to increase my vigilance towards my own safety. PROTECT YOUR SPACE.

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extrasad

I thought I was so goddamn lucky Lucky that in the midst of busy streets and wrong turns and missed trains I met you Lucky that you loved me Lucky that everyone else was too unlucky to meet you first Lucky that I got to wear your scent on my skin like a little kid wearing her favorite sweatshirt everyday Lucky that I got to kiss you whenever I wanted Lucky that I got to kiss you at all Lucky that when I cried onto your t-shirt you never minded Lucky that you loved me Lucky that I got to sleep next to you Lucky to be in love Lucky to fall asleep on the phone with you and wake up with you still on the line, breathing heavily with sleep in your chest Lucky that after you hung up the phone you’d rush over to see me Lucky that I got butterflies and lost my breath even after all those months Lucky that I loved you so much I’d let you tear me apart But how unlucky it is to love someone too much, To be torn apart How unlucky it is to be so lucky.

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rainb0wwarriorjay

I hate myself for letting you do all those terrible things to me.

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furiousgoldfish

I kept thinking, “They meant well. They didn’t know how much it hurt. They didn’t mean to hurt me. I shouldn’t blame them” But now when I look at it, it was obvious that I was hurt, no matter how much I was trying to hide it, anyone who cared even slightly would be able to tell that I was hurting. And they knew how much it hurt, it was obvious on me too, they just enjoyed that part. They very much meant to hurt me, they would never admit it of course, but pain was very intentional, and very rewarding for them. Of course I should blame them. How would I not blame someone who was hurting me, enjoying it, and blaming me on top of it?

they meant to do exactly as they did. (via furiousgoldfish)