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@euphorish
i feel so heartbroken and empty and sad and alone and i donât know when it will ever stop it hurts so bad
One day I hope all my sadness will be worth it.
(via coral)
via weheartit
Iâm constantly torn between wanting to recover and wanting to be self-destructive in any way possible.
These days I just canât seem to say what I mean. I just canât. Every time I try to say something, it misses the point. Either that or I end up saying the opposite of what I mean. The more I try to get it right the more mixed up it gets. Sometimes I canât even remember what I was trying to say in the first place. Itâs like my bodyâs split in two and one of me is chasing the other me around a big pillar. Weâre running circles around it. The other me has the right words, but I can never catch her.
Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman: 24 Stories (via quotes-shape-us)
Yesterday, I spent 60 dollars on groceries, took the bus home, carried both bags with two good arms back to my studio apartment and cooked myself dinner. You and I may have different definitions of a good day. This week, I paid my rent and my credit card bill, worked 60 hours between my two jobs, only saw the sun on my cigarette breaks and slept like a rock. Flossed in the morning, locked my door, and remembered to buy eggs. My mother is proud of me. It is not the kind of pride she brags about at the golf course. She doesnât combat topics like, âMy daughter got into Yaleâ with, âOh yeah, my daughter remembered to buy eggsâ But she is proud. See, she remembers what came before this. The weeks where I forgot how to use my muscles, how I would stay as silent as a thick fog for weeks. She thought each phone call from an unknown number was the notice of my suicide. These were the bad days. My life was a gift that I wanted to return. My head was a house of leaking faucets and burnt-out lightbulbs. Depression, is a good lover. So attentive; has this innate way of making everything about you. And it is easy to forget that your bedroom is not the world, That the dark shadows your pain casts is not mood-lighting. It is easier to stay in this abusive relationship than fix the problems it has created. Today, I slept in until 10, cleaned every dish I own, fought with the bank, took care of paperwork. You and I might have different definitions of adulthood. I donât work for salary, I didnât graduate from college, but I donât speak for others anymore, and I donât regret anything I canât genuinely apologize for. And my mother is proud of me. I burned down a house of depression, I painted over murals of greyscale, and it was hard to rewrite my life into one I wanted to live But today, I want to live. I didnât salivate over sharp knives, or envy the boy who tossed himself off the Brooklyn bridge. I just cleaned my bathroom, did the laundry, called my brother. Told him, âit was a good day.
Kait Rokowski (A Good Day)
I love this so much
(via ti-bacio)
thisâŚit hit me on such a hard level. i cant even describe it.Â
(via notsolegallyblonde)
When it all got too much I used to take a blade to myself, let the blood spill out until I felt slightly better. I stopped. One day, I just stopped. I said I wouldnât do it again and I didnât. I wonât lie and say itâs easy, sometimes Iâm so desperate to do it that I find myself digging my nails into the palms of my hands but I always stop myself before I reach for the razors. Now, every time I feel that way I pick up a pen instead and scratch at paper until words appear: I no longer spill blood I spill ink.
(via lydiateasedale)
That times when youâre sitting alone, with no one to talk to are the most scaring things that youâd ever experience. The emptiness and loneliness are suffocating. You feel unwanted. You feel like an outcast. You feel like shit. When you get used to that, youâre done. You canât escape from this. You canât make friends, you canât put yourself together and talk to someone. Iâve been here too long. My life is going to be the same all the time. Because no matter how much I try, I always go back to the same stage. I canât help it.
(via needsugainmylife)