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@emes9988
You called me lazy without knowing I was busy trying to keep myself alive
it kills me inside everyday that my inner-child has always only wanted to be loved, understood, and cared for, but hasn’t gotten the chance to feel that at all from anyone or anything. is it truly too much to ask for? to be loved? is it? i genuinely don’t know at this point.
i always wanted to send you a letter, but only to tell you how unlovable you made me feel. i’m still trying to shake off this feeling years later.
The saddest kind of sad is, when your tears can't even drop anymore and you feel nothing. It's like the world has just ended. You don't cry. You don't hear. You don't see. You stay. For a second the heart dies.
— The emptiness is the worst.
I feel so fucking unimportant to you
(via sa-dnesss)
“It gets better” bro whennn????
Emotionally it feels like I’ve been thrown out of a moving car
it’s hard to actually work on your life when you constantly feel like you’re not even real.
- it’s even harder to explain it
how do i stop feeling sad
I miss being happy
I had a weird, empty feeling inside me. Not a bad sort of empty. It was a sort of lack of sensation, like being in pain for a long time and then suddenly realizing that you're not anymore.
— Maggie Stiefvater, Linger